beingbeaple

Somehow, I think it’s ironic that I got sick with bronchitis right after I posted that comment about everything being so "frictionless". I was stuck with a horrible, gagging cough and something resembling a fever - yes, it was only a shadow of a fever and that’s what irritates me most - for almost a week. That’s why I was missing in action during the exams (I’m still unsure whether this is a cause for celebration or not). Actually I’ve been cured since Monday - just sitting pretty around the house having a Harry Potter readathon - but I haven’t gone to school until this afternoon - to arrange my special exam sched - because I didn’t feel like it. Call me a coward or anything you wish, I just don’t feel like going to school yet. Sigh…

So as I was saying, I bet you anything it was karma that gave me bronchitis. The moral of the story is to never complain about good luck because the Fates are going to steal it from you if you do - complain about having good luck, I mean.  I’m telling you this because I don’t want you - whoever you are - to follow my footsteps and end up like me. Although it IS highly unlikely for anyone to complain about good luck… anyone other than myself, I mean.

There are some good things that came out of this whole fiasco about me getting sick. Quite a good number of people from school called, bothered that the class was getting too quiet without my mouth working tirelessly inside its four walls. Mary even calls daily, you know, and we always talk about mundane stuff that nevertheless cheer me up. All of them seemed worried and even though I really dislike doing anything to worry people - especially if it involves getting pitied or something - I really did feel somewhat flattered that all these people were showing concern.

Best of all was the reaction of my parents when they found out I was sick. Because I have a history of running away from school before - once I pleaded absence from classes just because I didn’t feel like dragging myself all the way to KHS - my mother didn’t believe I was sick. When she realize that I was indeed sick, she started… I don’t know.. acting like a mother I guess.

As expected, my dad went somewhat ballistic. But he did do skip a seminar just to stand guard over me and that’s saying something.

So there I was, feeling very happy and contented despite the fact that I couldn’t doing anything out of bed - considering I’m not a very active human there wasn’t really much to complain about - until my parents rushed me to the hospital - yup, they are… what’s the term? Homo… H something… scared of diseases - at three in the morning last Thursday. The doctor there said I had a lot of phlegm but she wanted to be sure with her diagnosis so she suggested a CBC - Complete Blood Count. I mean, Dengue is rampant these days - I have a friend who was struck by dengue TWICE, making him deathly scared of mosquitoes and fondly attached to the pink, scented OFF! - so they were all afraid I had it or something like that. So yeah, I was pricked - can’t find any other word to describe it - four times on the same arm… mainly because the med techs couldn’t find a good-enough vein on my left arm.

All in all it was an enlightening experience. I learned that some people really do care about me. I learned that it’s painful to get sick so I should be thankful I don’t get sick very often. I learned that sleeping for ten hours every day and skipping exams really does make one feel better. I learned that it’s always best to have a Harry Potter readathon if you’re not missing your copy of the Chamber of Secrets. Above all, I learned that there’s a reason for everything - that we should always be thankful for good luck and that we should never question our gifts. As mere mortals, all we can do is do our best to be worthy of these gifts.

Poof!

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