Rainydays House Party

This isn’t to glamorize my low resistance to disease nor to glorify my antibodies’ impotence.

I am home for three days now and none of those days is the weekend yet. Get the picture?

I am just plain sick, and I can’t think of anything better to do with myself than BE it. People pitied me, sent me caring text messages (which just made me feel more guilty of not going to work—when the be Jesus of me really can.) advised me to indulge in anything sour—and ah yes…take the bitter meds!

There are things I can rave about catching the incurable virus:

1. Not going to work! Staying home and lavishing on all its comforts.

2. Same as no. 1.

3. Same as no. 2

And the list goes on and on!! But yeah, wait a minute, are there things I can RANT about, having been inflicted with the colds virus (or suspected dengue? or Salmonella..thanks to the siomai at the side gate?!)

(Note: Yep, I don’t know what’s making me sick yet. The ad hoc doctor,( who looked more of Pacquito Diaz’ bakal boys than a rich guy who studied medicine in UST) I consulted to yesterday suspected 2 things. I still have to submit 3 samples of my “unglamorous” excretes placed in a ketchup plastic canister(ketchup containers will never be the same again), and 2 vials of blood. I love blood—if it’s not mine.)

Anyway, here some of the few things I can think of, given the limited functioning brain cells I have now…:

I have learned that, along with the house party brought about by your sickness,

1. People force you to eat—anything—as long as it is edible!
2. You have to do face-off with your medicine. Geez! I can’t even swallow a pill !
3. Your husband tells you when to take a bath. How, realistic!
4. You can read anything readable around the house! It’s the only thing you can do.
5. You cannot smoke like you used to—well, except if you’d sneak at the backyard and DO NOT exhale the smoke you’ve taken in. That way, nobody can smell the ambient tar.
6. You can dream about floating Volkswagen buses, having LBM, eating a huge chocolate cake, devouring a bowlful of mushroom soup—and they can come true! (Just make sure that when you’re dreaming, you have to be vocal about it (no, murmuring gibberish not counted), and the most important: Somebody can hear you!Yehey!) Well, except maybe the floating VW buses, and having LBM—can’t do that on cue…
7. You begin to believe that you can have REM even when you're awake.
8. The internet connection at work is sooo much user-friendly, and not hypallergenic.
9. Making a long list of the things you can rant about—when you’re sick…
10. And not being able to finish it.