I'm Finally Sick

It all started last night when I had a long heart to heart talk with my sister, which is very rare as we seldom interact although we sleep in the same room. We poured our hearts out & supported each other (in fact it was more of her supporting me). As we chatted, my nose started to run & I absently stuffed some tissue to stop the mini flood. Shortly after, this head-full-of-water sensation kicked in & I started to feel real terrible. I did not rest well.

Me

I thought I'll be well enough to go back to the office today, but no no no... my nose was leaking like a free-flow tap. Mr Sore Throat also joined in the fun in my torment. Left with no choice, I reported sick & walked the dreadful walk to the clinic. Each step was painful.

When I reached the clinic there was only one patient waiting & I got to see the doctor in no time. It's new doctor, a very observant one. I told the doctor about my cold & sore throat & he attended to my concern. After a minute of silence, he asked me : "Are you going through some rough patch girl?"

I was quite surprised & tried to deny, but he took his initiative & started to shine his torch into my eye's, measured my pressure, & check my eating & sleeping pattern for the past one month. He asked so many questions that I can't remember all of them, even some regarding my personal life. I just answered absentmindedly.

Then he diagnosed my symptoms. I wanted to vomit on the spot. However the doctor comforted that my condition's treatable by medication. So I was sent off with Lexapro & other pills for 2 weeks with a follow-up booked in January for further checks. For all that I've put in, this is what I get. I'll not elaborating on this as there's no end, I'll just hope for the best then.

My Lexapro supply, I hate pills. This time, there's no comfort.

I took medication at the pharmacy & walked the dreadful walk home. I knew I had to eat something before taking my pills but I had no appetite at all, so I just clench my eyes shut & gobbled the pills down with much unnecessary struggle. I'm now sitting here, writing this blog waiting for the drowsiness to kick in so that I can "concuss" again and out of the blue, I have a craving. Food craving.

Borscht Soup

I'll be so thankful if I can have a bowl of hot steaming borscht soup materialise in front of me now. The smooth broth with the slight bit of tanginess with delicious bits of vegetables (sweet onion, celery, carrot, tomatoes, lots of cabbage) cooked to tender, served with a spoon of light sour cream.

Such a strong urge, maybe due to my cold. Maybe I'll have a bowl later in my dream to start off my road to recovery. I'm sleepy now, I've got time today. I'll blog again laterzzz..