I fell down unconscious in the bathroom last night. When I regained consciousness, I found myself lying on the floor of the bathroom - in an utterly helpless state. I've always been proud of my uptime (so much so that I triumphantly bang this drum in front of some of my friends - "Me and ill? I don't fall ill! I haven't fallen ill in the last two years...") (plus read my tweets here, here, here, here, and here), and when I realized that I must've fallen down on the floor, it was then that I felt that I might really have gotten swine-flu.
I was feeling unokay since afternooon of the day before yesterday. And it worsened that night, and it kept getting worse yesterday (I kept ignoring my 101 fever, hoping that I'll soon get well, but when I didn't, I finally took leave from work). I looked up the symptoms of swine-flu on the Web, and it all seemed to suggest me that I've got this hopefully overhyped, but potentially life-threatening sickness.
How does it feel when you're living with this fear? Not good. You just wanna get ok real fast. You wanna see signs of recovery. You realize why they say that health is wealth. And you ask "Why me? Why now?".
I'm probably on the path to recovery (that's why I'm able to pen this post), and I'll hopefully be declared fit-for-work by my doctor by Sunday, so I'll probably be able to resume work on Monday.
I have so many dreams, and things keep getting added, and I must stay okay so I can fulfill them, and make my parents proud of me.