Sick Like A Rotten Tomato

I had been feeling like a rotten tomato for the past few days, which resulted to the belatedness of my updates on my blog.

I woke up abruptly, feeling as if there was an unfamiliar decayed lump of slime lodge in my oesophagus and my head was scattered all round in dizziness. I rushed to the toilet and vomited. Half conscious or rather half dead I still attended school the next day with a terrible fever. Half a day in school was similar to a century in hell; I froze to death although my body temperature was boiling since I was suffering from fever. Fung Kee was merciless and mocked me, since I usually appear to be the one switching the fan to be in full speed. How Irony. The sun was blazing and it was skin to Sahara desert for everyone, yet I slipped my hands inside my shirt to keep myself warm experiencing a deadly blizzard. Jemuel repeated a zillion times asking me to seek the doctor, I appreciate your compassion but personally I believe in natural healing.

Dad brought me back and I burry myself in thick sweaters and my comforter. I took Panadol pills and went straight to bed. Taking a bath was the most tormenting part for a sick person. My whole body shivered although the temperature of the water was relatively high and I had to dress myself up in thick sweaters around my house. Timothy was thoughtful enough to send me text messages, accompanying me since the only thing I’m capable to do was to lie on the bed, wrapped in comforter like an undead body summoned alive from a necromancer.

I was feeling slightly better so I decided to attend my Chemistry tuition class. It would be a miracle for me not to faint since my head was all woozy, spinning rapidly and I focused my eyes to the white board since Madam Story was teaching about Thermochemistry. It was providential for my teacher to teach that topic as it was indeed an easy and short topic and I took some advantage to rest myself by placing my head on the table to relief the giddiness.

I skipped school the next day since my conditions are critical…again I was unwilling to visit the doctor despite the endless advice from my mother. Psychologically people tend to get cured after visiting the doctor, thus I decided to alter my perceptions positively on natural healing. Dad prepared breakfast very early that morning and I reheated the bowl of mushroom cheese soup and took that for breakfast. My fever alleviated after taking Panadol and Vitamin C supplements prepared by mum (Thanks mum). Feeling guilty not attending school, I did a short revision on my chemistry. However, I was ravenously glad that I had an excuse for skipping the loathsome boring Moral extra class.

I shall continue my procrastinated History homework for now…