After being bed-ridden for four days, I am finally up now. I had been blessed with health and I do not know the meaning of being really sick. Except for some cold with fever and menstrual pain, I never take medicine. I always guess I was always the lucky one.
Then last Thursday (2nd Oct., 2008), I felt really tired when I woke up and I wanted to just sleep the day away. Not knowing what the viral cause to my body, I got ready for work anyway. And yes, I did go to the Office hoping that I would get better once I reach there. Then, I prove myself wrong; my situation got worse and I could hardly keep my eyes open.
After sometime, I finally talked to my ABM and request him to arrange a cab for me. After a 15 minutes (the longest ever), I was finally on my way back to my house. Once I reached my room, I just collapsed on my bean bag. Then after an hour or so, I saw my sister next to me, calling me. I could hardly open my eyes.
I was so darn tired and the energy inside me was completely sucked out. I hardly moved out from my room, unless really really required.
Anyway, I am back to the Office and I am getting better day by day though not yet fully fit. The good thing is that I have not yet smoked for the last 6 days which, I guess, is a sign that I have not fully recovered :D
While I was lying on my sick bed, I realize how it was like to be healthy. I was blessed with good health which I used to take it for granted. And the health that I used to enjoy was priceless – appetite, good sleep, enthusiasm, energy etc which were taken away.
Now I am recovering and count each day as a new blessing.