it is my fifth day holed up inside me and my sister’s room. i am currently a testament of sickness…as my body currently needs four different types of medication to function quite well…i am taking antibiotics, a cough and cold syrup, fever pills and vitamins to ensure that i will not be again reduced to the pathetic whimpering mass of sickness that i was for four days.
i always considered myself quite strong when it comes to catching the latest virus…i hardly get sick even if i work a week straight or sometimes leave myself soaking in the rain (i looove the rain). i dont get sick at all…but then, WHAAAM! it hits me and it hits me hard.
for a time, i was a nervous wreck, my fever was going up and down on weird rates and i could hardly move at all. this at the midst of the crazy dengue outbreak! for a time, i was convinced that i have dengue and that i will die (yes, i am quite morbid…it’s one of my weird quirks). my head is aching, my joints are aching, i can’t hardly breathe…when i finally hauled my butt to the doctor–well, i had a badcase of trangkaso and i badly needed to rest. so here i am overdosing on vitamin c (and its various forms) and holed up in this room for five days now.
i will be going back to work tomorrow though…this inactivity is killing me. and i am sure there are about ten thousand things waiting for me when i get back. come to think of it, when i asked for an opportunity to rest, i never quite specified not to give me this 5-day holiday courtesy of being sick. i really should be careful what i wish for next time.
i am pretty much spent. i haven’t had a decent sleep or break for the last week–straight. ive spent most of my waking hours worrying about work stuff and i am actually starting to get worried that i might just fall dead one of these days. work as usual is killing me, but what kills me more is the ongoing "thing" within the same four corners where i spend much of my waking days. i am not going to discuss things here–i have much respect for the people i work with to even say anything. but i just pretty much want to tell them that i am tired watching a virtual volleyball of negativity and pent-up emotions and the like. i am tired of going along tip-toes and seeing people (on both sides) get hurt. what hurts me more is that whether i like it or not, i feel torn right at the middle. on one side, i symphatize and emphatize with the person who isjust doing her job based on her own accord and on her own decisions while i also bleed for another side who are for pretty much fight for their pride. call me chicken, but i don’t want to look like a goody-two-show suck up while looking like an extra rebellious third party siding with her friends.
honestly, i just want to detach myself from all of that.
that is why i am looking forward to having a break this weekend. finally, an opportunity to get away from it all and just chill.
speaking of chill — got a new hobby! i now collect miniature cars (hot wheels etc.) i am focusing on pink and yellow cars, as well as hatch back models. my mike recently gave me a 1974 porsche carrera rsr 2.7, pink and waaay cool beyond words. havent taken decent pic yet of my new baby so you guys will just have to wait for it.
finally, 
something to take my mind off life’s mundane shite.
