Thursday, November 11, 2004
Ug...
I hate being sick. Everybody hates being sick.
It's just so darn frustrating to be stuffy, have a sore throat, and feel icky in general. My colleague in Shanghai just called me and said, "Saki! You sound terrible! You should be going home to rest."
Thanks for noticing. I was trying to hide the fact that I was sick all day long, and one phone call blows my cover. In my nasal-y, cough-cough, "I'm gonna' die soon" scraggly voice, I explain the action plans for next week. I think she even wanted to cut the conversation short so that the sickness won't travel through the phonelines.
I must get well before next weekend - nothing's worse than being dead-sick for your birthday celebration. But an art class, meeting with friends, and another farewell party beckons... it's so tough to have a social life lately...
Antibiotics are amazingly cheap here (and sold in regular drug stores)... which makes it all the easier for the bacterias to become resistant. Scary.
Ug... I want my bed.
It's just so darn frustrating to be stuffy, have a sore throat, and feel icky in general. My colleague in Shanghai just called me and said, "Saki! You sound terrible! You should be going home to rest."
Thanks for noticing. I was trying to hide the fact that I was sick all day long, and one phone call blows my cover. In my nasal-y, cough-cough, "I'm gonna' die soon" scraggly voice, I explain the action plans for next week. I think she even wanted to cut the conversation short so that the sickness won't travel through the phonelines.
I must get well before next weekend - nothing's worse than being dead-sick for your birthday celebration. But an art class, meeting with friends, and another farewell party beckons... it's so tough to have a social life lately...
Antibiotics are amazingly cheap here (and sold in regular drug stores)... which makes it all the easier for the bacterias to become resistant. Scary.
Ug... I want my bed.
// posted by sakit @ 11:51 PM 
