Status: SICK

07-12-2009 Sunday

I honestly can't recall the last time I had a fever so high that my head hurts so bad I feel like it's gonna split into two pathetic pieces and my brain will just spill out, scattering red slimes on the floor. Did I sound too gore? Sorry, I can give you two reasons for that 1.) That's just me, 2.) Seriously, that's how I felt.

Today, I sit in front of the computer, typing this, sweating from every pore of my skin, I felt quite alright compared to what I felt yesterday when I had a fever. It started when I got home from work last Friday afternoon. Upon waking up Friday evening, I felt better, the fever was gone but yesterday evening it was back and the pain in my head is almost unbearable. Sweating can really cool down your body when you have a fever. I don't know how that works, but it's effective to me everytime I sweat, it will kick out the fever and I'm good as new.

Aside from being sick, another reason why I'm only able to update my blog during my day-off (if you'll notice) is because I concentrate on my goals when I'm at work. When I don't have a call, I give my mind a rest instead of pouring out what's left inside by typing a journal entry. Besides, I'm also drained when I'm at work that I simply ran out of things to write. I'm dead serious in hitting my goals for this month. I mean, I'm a sales agent, sales is a numbers game. The more I sell, the more money I make and I desperately need more money, what's with the rent to pay, electricity bill, and the list goes on. The cost of living seemed to increase as each day passes by and no other person can notice it better than the ones who struggle to make a living every fucking day. Let the rich people disregard the welfare of the society, as long as their bed is still made up of money, they're fine.

God, I'm still sick as a dog even though my fever has gone down. I hate being sick, I can't go out, I'm bedridden, I feel useless. It's a hot July afternoon and like I mentioned, I'm sweating like a pig and sniff, stinking a bit but I don't care, if this is what it takes for me to feel better. I wanna go out since I have gained custody of my motorcycle for this weekend and my best friend Vanessa just texted me, inviting me to take her for a stroll later. Later, when the goddamn sun is not so burning hot. I agreed, hoping my fever has completely left me for good.

Now about my beloved Alex, I texted him asking him to come today so we can have one tire of the motorcycle changed, since we usually experience having a flat tire and it's getting inconvenient, not to mention exhausting. Surprisingly, even though it's a weekend he doesn't seem to have to drive those people over there somewhere. He said he want to but he doesn't have the money to commute. Oh well, good thing I have Vanessa later so I wouldn't feel so bad if he couldn't make it. I simply replied that it's okay, he doesn't need to bother, I have things to do anyway.

2:39 PM. The blinking digital clock beside me reminded me that I have to take a warm bath in a couple of minutes, clean my toenails (it's starting to look monstrous), and watch some afternoon TV show before getting ready to fetch Vanessa at her house, where I used to live close by.

That's it for now.. I guess..

Labels: alex, fever, pink crimson, sick

posted by Monica-Lynne @ 6:20 AM