bring in the Kleenex!

My body’s been different lately. And no, I’m not talking about puberty.

It’s really weird how I’ve been getting frequently sick over the past few months. It has only been a few weeks past since I have had a fever, which, if I may add, unfortunately fell on my summer class’ final examination day. (And it cost me a few items on my test, thankyouverymuch.)

But then, even if I’m still trying to recover, here I am again facing yet another illness.

My eyes are actually drooping like that of a person with Horner’s syndrome as I continue to stare at the computer screen. With a tissue paper strategically wedged on my right running nostril, I am having hard time breathing --- *sniff-sniff*--- and with my left uncontrollably snuffling the dust off of my keyboard, my condition’s getting worse.

Yes, obviously, I have the colds.

I really just hope it’s not A(H1N1). Well, I haven’t been in contact with anyone who could’ve have had the virus. But in this age and time, not to mention with today’s disturbed state, nothing is impossible. Who knows if our Labrador, Rocky, might be nursing the viral disease? Or our boarder? Or the old lady who asked for scrap? Or the mosquito that feasted on my ever watertight legs yesterday?

Who knows, right?

To tell the truth, I think I got the colds from my niece. She was suffering from it last week and she might’ve contracted the disease to me. I haven’t left the house to go gallivanting since I had myself enrolled, so there’s a great chance Zeniah’s the culprit.
Out of all the possibilities that I have presented, together with the mosquito and all, I think this one’s 98% true. *teehee*

(Pause. I have to change the tissue paper on my right nostril with a fresh one. It’s getting soggy and unpleasantly heavy.)

…
…
…
…

Ok, where were we?

Aw, yeah--- the colds.

I was already in bed when I felt something mucoid from my nose. I kept wiping it off every now and then but there was just no stopping. It kept me awake thereafter.
So here I am, typing away this entry.

I haven’t taken any meds yet. I was supposed to take one this evening and I asked my mother for a cold tablet. Apparently, we ran out of stock. I’ve decided to fix myself some juice instead. But then again, we ran out of that as well. So, in the end, I settled with water and a glass of fresh milk.

So far, I don’t feel well. But I have faith. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll be better.

Pray for me? =D