It's as if your back was mistaken for wood and hundreds of nails were pounded simultaneously into it, your head a pothole ready for patching and a serious amount of crushed rocks and asphalt concrete starts pouring in, and your ears were held hostage inside a soundproof room where the only noise you hear are sirens blaring.
Just imagine the pain. Add to that an intense internal heat popping out of your pores. That was my hell yesterday.
My nose was a leaking faucet last Monday. After several anti-histamines seized (nope) from the clinic, which absolutely didn't work cos it seems like they're cutting costs by purchasing from The Generics Pharmacy now (no more Claritin, dang it), I wasted time pondering ways to extricate my nose, ie. set it on fire. I met up with my aunt after work for some schmizzum pizza. Since it was her treat, and however certain I am that it would only make matters worse, I ended up losing all sensibility and gave in to a cup of mint chocolate chip ice cream. We went to grocery shop for a while and afterward, bought another serving of ice cream before heading home. I did not regret it. I slept with happy taste buds.
Aaaand woke up feeling like shit. For all I knew, I was a lola in a wheelchair trying to find balance just after taking a bath for work. Several people had advised me to just stay home but, hey!, I am a stubborn one. So off to the office I went. I was groggy the entire ride, the only thing left missing was a dreamy soundtrack (Postcard From 1952, perchance?).
The sickening sick feeling started to consume me by the time I sat in front of my computer. I wasn't even in a sound state of mind to engage in a conversation, hehe, sorry friends. An hour and a half in, I went to the clinic. And since our company clinic is only open for zombies, I had to go the the one in our building's mezzanine floor, 28 floors down. Cherry asked if I needed someone to accompany me downstairs. I said no, I can manage. (Hello, I am Thor.)
So, just to be quick because I am already sleepy, the nurse took my temp, it was 37.7 (fevarrr!), cute girl doctor did the breathing test on me like we were in the pediatrics ward ("inhale, exhale, good job, another one, grrrreat job!") and was quick to note that it sounded like an allergy (spot on, doctor) but she also mentioned asthma (puhlease, no), and then asked me to take the day off and rest. I still managed to endorse my workload although I was ready to pass out by then. Took a cab home and when I informed my family of what happened, they all but said the same thing: "Sabi sayo eh, sayang pamasahe." Muahaha, I know. Hashtag: feeling workaholic.
I am immune to the constant sneezing rampage my nose gives me, but having fever and not being able to function properly because of it? Consider me a newbie. This was the exact same cause of the last time I got sick, just a shy month ago. So, lo and behold, I will have this purdy nose checked. I won't say when, because I believe in jinxes and I don't want to jinx this medical appointment myself, but it will happen. Let's just keep our fingers crossed.
I guess I'm fit as a bee to be back at work tomorrow. Still got a shitty muffled hearing on my left ear and it is raining once again, but I'm hoping for rainbows.
**A chunkload of the original post was deleted when I exited the Blogger app to quickly check on the status of TJ's Smurfs and when I came back, whoosh, it refreshed before I even had the mind to save the entire thing. Note to self: abuse the save button to save your life.
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