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Relax, bitch. I don't have swine flu. As for death? I don't think I'll be facing that anytime soon. So you'll have to fucking bear with me until that day comes.
I feel utterly ridiculous wearing this shitty flu mask which actually makes my cough worse. I can feel that fever coming back, and perhaps I'd have to drink Paracetamol again. I also have to take these colourful pills which come in combinations of yellow and blue and pink and blue. I also took a tablet of Phlanax this morning, 2 tablets of Vitamin C (500 mg each), a tablet Bio-Flu, a caplet of Robitussin, and a tablet of Zinc. All these for a girl who cannot even swallow without immeasurable amounts of water, and a mouthful of food which serve as a distraction for my gag-reflex. How life becomes so shitty. So apparently, I have to self-incubate for 5-7 days. As much as I'd love this back in high school, as of right now, I am dreading this. Imagine a week piled of homework, missed quizzes, and a week-worth of photocopies for notes just to catch up. What great timing does the Lord give me. But I did get lots of support from the bitches of my life, Nana, Li, Dren, Mich, and everyone else. Yes, my love, you too are my bitch. THAT IS IF YOU PRAYED FOR ME AND EVEN SHOWED SOME CONCERN. Okay, I can feel that fever coming back. Oh shit. Fucking shit. Nevertheless, I have 5 days worth of absences. Fuck this, I'm staying online. If I'm not mistaken, I did ask the Lord to give me a fever back in high school. I never got it. Once again, I failed to have conveyed any meaning and life lessons in this entry. But if it makes you feel better, I've learned to be careful what you wish for. Really. The quote does fucking make sense. |
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