Monday, August 27, 2007
The weather has been pretty crazy these days, swinging from oppressively hot to depressingly rainy within hours.
Perhaps, because of this, people around me have been falling sick. Like a true hypochondriac, I was worried for the past 2 weeks or so that I would be struck down with a virus of some kind sooner or later.
And true enough, I fell sick within days of worrying.
I wake up, and it feels like there is a mountaineering expedition going on inside my throat. Pickaxes, pitons, crampons, knives, and then they start a fire in there.
Then I go 'What the hell is that?! Oh wait, it's my throat that's glowing. Close your mouth, it's keeping me awake.'
To make things worse, I've been having problems with my nose. People say that I should be glad because most guys my age are having relationship issues, monetary issues, but seriously, they've got no issue until they've got a sinus issue.
Every single morning, I wake up and my nose just starts running. To be honest, I have no problems with that at all, except that it makes me look like a drug addict.
I end up using a lot of tissues because during the mornings and nights, my nose just keeps running. In the day, I perspire. This is really bad, because it means that I need tissue whenever I am awake.
And it doesn't help that my parents give me a dirty look everytime I bring a new box of tissues into my room.
I think it might be something drastic like pneumonia, but people around me (the same bastards who gave me the germs) keep reassuring me that it's just a cold.
Well, this 'cold' has been going on for almost six days, assholes.
Anyway, fret not, people. Despite being saddled with mounting health problems, I shall persevere in this blogging thing.
And you people should be thinking to yourselves, 'So sick and he's still blogging? Damn! He is one brave son-of-a-bitch!'
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