Time Out

The past three days felt like hell. It has been so long since I've been that ill - I tend to compare how ill I am to my strongest memory of being ill when I was younger. This probably comes second or third after that. It really all started off on Tuesday when I woke up and hated my bed for making my body ache so much. I thought nothing of it and decided that I urgently need a mattress topper. Later that evening, I made myself congee and thought, I'll be fine. I wasn't fine! I got on the bed, had some ibuprofen and was knocked out. Surprisingly, I hadn't realised but Yen said I was coughing all night.

The next morning, I woke up thinking I'd work so I showered... got on the bed... and there was no way I would've been able to function. I IM-ed my manager saying I'm ill and I'm taking the day off but I'd be available for a quick catch up because the main meetings are on Wednesday - he didn't call so I went back to sleep. I was then disturbed by a few teams call coming through my phone so I ended up silencing that and decided to completely switch off. That night was horrible. I was coughing non stop, my throat was hurting so much, I must've cried a few times that night... but worst bit was that I kept on dreaming about being stuck in the queue to leave Harry's concert. At one point of the night, awake Asma was convincing the part of Asma that was dreaming about the concert that we've gone through it last week and to give it a rest. That worked.

Called in sick again when I woke up cos there was no way in hell that I was going to convince myself to do work after that night. Surprisingly, that day was a lot worse than the first day. It was like the fever and cough and headaches were only giving me a teaser and now it's the real deal. I obviously, dealt with it by crying on my own, because I'm an adult and I don't live with my parents or Hannah. Last night was a lot better, I woke up with a sore throat but I felt I was healthy enough to work so I completed and sent out a few drawings... and then it got to lunch time and my body decided that it had enough faking the wellness and we're back to that again. But at this point, I'm hating the bed cos I've been on it for too long. I'm bored to death cos I haven't done anything and all I want to do is go out. So I made pizza.

To be completely honest with you, there is no way I would've known that I was actually quite ill if Yen hadn't pointed it out. Yeah, I was crying in bed, coughing non stop, had a sore throat and a terrible headache but if I were on my own, I probably would've brushed it off aside the second day and pushed myself to be a functioning adult. I like to be in denial. 

But do you know what was really nice, my manager asked me if there was anything he could do to help me like drop off some groceries. That is the sort of person and manager I want to be when I get to that level.


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