The Agony of Catching the Bug
This is my second day of feeling under the weather and speaking of the weather, it's been pretty harsh with sunny and humid at one second and then it's wet and windy the next. I've runny nose with a very sore throat which makes swallowing so painful as if I'm swallowing gravel. I'm not sure whether I should blame the weather or germs that I contracted from my numerous journeys around the city.
It seems like ages ago when falling sick was very infrequent and it was one thing I was hoping to get so that I can skip school. I remember putting myself in many sorts of conditions just to get the fever such as dancing in the rain, swimming and drinking cold drinks, or even tried strenous activities, but rather than getting sick, I became healthier. And when I finally catch the bug, I felt more happier than miserable.
But not these days... getting sick was more frequent and much, much more unbearable, and this is just a misery associated with tiny rise of temperature that any child can bear. I thought that with my constant defense of multi-vitamins and plenty of water can send the doctor away, but the germs nowadays are getting stronger and stronger and found its way of mutating according to the weather and lifestyle. It'll only take one poor being coughing in the same elevator you're in and hey presto, you're all sniffing and coughing the next day to work. The snuff and coughs is one thing, it's the other anatomical effect such as the throbbing headaches and blank mood that makes passing through the day a living hell. The only good thing about coming to work being sick is that we are allowed to look as miserable as we want to and that people tend to pity you more. They even dare not give you the second look because you're not wearing a single make-up. And it's also the time when suddenly, you get a lot of advice and home-made recipes for speedy healing.
They say that once the flu gets to you, there's not much else to do than a good rest and plenty of water. Minus the much deserved rest, I do try to take plenty of water and it helps a bit with the sore throat but that's so much that it can do. My doctor would like to give me the jab, along with other prescriptions but I'm trying not to push my liver into an overdrive. Part of me is so tempted into taking the short cut by swallowing all kinds of chemicals but another part of me are into healing the slower traditional way. You know, like ingesting chicken soup and porridge and what not. Whichever way, this is one tough bug I'm fighting and it will continue to persevere and try to hang on to my poor system as long as its tiny killing nucleus can take.
Like everyone else, I guess I'll just have to endure this virus for a few more days before I can jumpstart to feeling normal, before the next bug attack (and my guess would be the next two months). My mom says that the more you age, the slower it is for us to recover from sickness. But I prefer putting the blame on the weather, and the poor bloke I shared the elevator with the other day than poking on to my age as the factor... it's kinder that way.
This is my second day of feeling under the weather and speaking of the weather, it's been pretty harsh with sunny and humid at one second and then it's wet and windy the next. I've runny nose with a very sore throat which makes swallowing so painful as if I'm swallowing gravel. I'm not sure whether I should blame the weather or germs that I contracted from my numerous journeys around the city.
It seems like ages ago when falling sick was very infrequent and it was one thing I was hoping to get so that I can skip school. I remember putting myself in many sorts of conditions just to get the fever such as dancing in the rain, swimming and drinking cold drinks, or even tried strenous activities, but rather than getting sick, I became healthier. And when I finally catch the bug, I felt more happier than miserable.
But not these days... getting sick was more frequent and much, much more unbearable, and this is just a misery associated with tiny rise of temperature that any child can bear. I thought that with my constant defense of multi-vitamins and plenty of water can send the doctor away, but the germs nowadays are getting stronger and stronger and found its way of mutating according to the weather and lifestyle. It'll only take one poor being coughing in the same elevator you're in and hey presto, you're all sniffing and coughing the next day to work. The snuff and coughs is one thing, it's the other anatomical effect such as the throbbing headaches and blank mood that makes passing through the day a living hell. The only good thing about coming to work being sick is that we are allowed to look as miserable as we want to and that people tend to pity you more. They even dare not give you the second look because you're not wearing a single make-up. And it's also the time when suddenly, you get a lot of advice and home-made recipes for speedy healing.
They say that once the flu gets to you, there's not much else to do than a good rest and plenty of water. Minus the much deserved rest, I do try to take plenty of water and it helps a bit with the sore throat but that's so much that it can do. My doctor would like to give me the jab, along with other prescriptions but I'm trying not to push my liver into an overdrive. Part of me is so tempted into taking the short cut by swallowing all kinds of chemicals but another part of me are into healing the slower traditional way. You know, like ingesting chicken soup and porridge and what not. Whichever way, this is one tough bug I'm fighting and it will continue to persevere and try to hang on to my poor system as long as its tiny killing nucleus can take.
Like everyone else, I guess I'll just have to endure this virus for a few more days before I can jumpstart to feeling normal, before the next bug attack (and my guess would be the next two months). My mom says that the more you age, the slower it is for us to recover from sickness. But I prefer putting the blame on the weather, and the poor bloke I shared the elevator with the other day than poking on to my age as the factor... it's kinder that way.
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