I usually don't get sick but when I do get sick, it's like going down with almost all the ailments that I didn't catch when everybody else was having it.
The flu I got started on Friday. A sneezing bout in the car while driving, nothing much. Then came the runny nose. By Saturday morning, I was already out of sorts when I woke up and tried to blog about the Right to Reply Bill. Pure dribble came out, a few lines but no cohesion and no rage -- Mr. Furious seemed to have left me.
My cellphone made a knocking sound, it was the text message alert I had programmed it with. It was F telling me that everybody who was supposed to be at the Red Cross meeting was already there. I rolled up my eyes and tried not to take a bite out of my laptop's screen.
I texted back that I was sick. Not really knowing what I was sick of (Work? Writing? Feeling guilty for not being at the boss' beck and call 24/7?).
I spent most of the weekend trying to sleep it off but one thing or another kept getting in the way.
Monday came and I was still down with it. Nose clogged up, fever running high now and then, chills, aches all over my body, and no appetite. I felt like I was knocking on heaven's door.
Then, today. I slept at noon and woke up at 4 PM. Most of the symptoms seem to have gone, just a slight sniffle and a slight throbbing around my temples.
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