wallowing in sick-pity

hmmmm....looks like i did another mia last week. what happened during that week? what was i going to blog about? doesn't really matter now, does it? i'm sick. again. sigh. it's not fun being sick. infact, it's tiring being sick. not like i seeked out the virus and begged to be infected. not like i was running around naked in someone's huge cold room. don't know when, don't know how, the damn thing just sneaked up on me. probably exhaustion, probably stress, probably a change in routine. i shouldn't whine about boring routines so much, it seems to be preserving my life. a little tweak and a little tension from the change in routine and i'm down.

it's no fun being sick when you're an adult. no schools to skip, no tests to miss. and most of all, no one really gives a damn. ohhhh, you're sick? poor thing, by the way, when can i have that report? and hey! heard you are sick. turning away inconspicuously so that your germ doesn't skip-a-doo over. got to runnnnnn. that is, if anybody noticed in the first place. unless you've got a wad of tissue stuffed up your nostril, or you sound like you just had a fight with a polar bear, no one's going to realise your throat hurts as hell and no one's going to see your pathetic skin pallor. for those observant few who realise you look like a replica of the zombie from michael jackson's thriller music video, please refer to the sample conversation at the start of this paragraphy for reaction.

no warm honey lemon from dotting mother who touch your forehead every few hours to check if you are hot. no soothing concerned voice to pamper you and hover around. no one to visit with gifts of colourful story books and soft cuddly toys. no comforting warm bed to snuggle in and laze for the whole day. when you are an adult, lazing around in bed the whole day, sick or not, makes you feel guilty. for not being more productive, for not making better use of the time. a little running nose, some clogged up brain and general fatigue is not enough excuse to be unproductive. harsher than running an army camp. but the saddest part is, you are your own worst tyrannical army officer. running a fever? ok, you may be excused to the bed...but you have to read something and not make it a total waste of time. fit enough to sit for a few hours? put in a blog entry then, you lazy bum.

i'm sick. and i'm an adult. but i want to be pampered too. *pout*