Down.

My, I was finally down on Sunday.
Started with itch at the throat.
And I just knew it.

Many weeks of juggling between assignments, presentations, work and bad weather, I'd be surprised that I'm still not down yet.

The past few days were one of the worst days I've ever got.

I've never really gotten high fever if my memory doesn't fail me.

And for a long long time, I've yet to feel feverish-ly ill.

The temperature was fluctuating 3 times a day. Just like the instructions doc gave for the med. The temp just had to rise each day.

Piles of work at office, loads of missed calls list on my phone.

Record number: 31 missed calls within 1/2-hr.

Don't ask the obvious why I developed the mobile-phobia since I joined telco industry.

I've to resort texting ppl why I couldn't answer call "... due to my sore throat..."

But sweet things did happen.

My man - my private man-nurse - performed 9 out of 10. The 1 point missing? He slept like a log throughout the day he's on leave, supposedly to look after me. Otherwise, bittersweet herbal tea I had, timely reminder for my medicine, cooked a very bland porridge though I've no appetite, tolerated curling up with me who hadn't had good scrub for few days...

My bro - came 1st round with 4 bottles of herbal teas. Some 24-chinese herbs concortions tea. Yucks. Really bitter. Glad I didn't have my taste buds.

My mum with my bro (again) - armed with herbal teas, breads - it's Mummy who knows you best.

My sweet baby Mao - very sweet. Seldom wailed like she used to call for our attention or wanting her treats... Quietly she came, and slept on her bed w/o making too much noise.

I really had peaceful rest for full 4 days.

I treasure this rest period.

Thank you for making my sick days sweet ones.