So yesterday I afternoon while at work, I felt funny. I had my jacket on and yet I still felt cold. I kept asking my colleagues who were seated close to me if they felt cold and they said yes. So in a way I dismissed thoughts of me getting sick. In my head, I was thinking, this cannot be happening!!! I still have tons of papers to work on and a mountain pile of readings I haven't touched. That, plus the fact that getting sick on a weekend is NOT acceptable.
But then on the way home, I had to fight the urge to sleep. I know that once I succumbed to sleep I might not be able to get home. My head hurt. My body muscles ached. I was feeling hot. I had to accept that I was really feverish.
So the moment I got home, I drank lots of water and went to sleep immediately. Only I couldn't sleep because feeling hot makes me uncomfortable. I hate that feeling of heat trapped inside of my body. I just wanted to sweat and escape to dreamland. When my sisters and mother came home from Friday mass, I grabbed some ice to cool myself. Yeah, I had to rest a bit. I was too tired to make calamansi juice.
Times like this, I really miss the Light of my life, miss the only person who I know will be by my side when I fall sick. Even during college days when I started to go hiking, she would be the only one who would understand that I need some leg massage. She would always make sure that our room has a steady supply of Omega painkillers or Efficascent Oil, because I am prone to having intestinal gas. That, or when I go hiking and come back home with an aching body. When I have fever, she would patiently prepare ice and towel for me, plus my favorite calamansi juice. She never bothered to force me to take medicines, knowing fully well how stubborn I can be. She would wake up during odd hours to check up on me and to provide me with a new shirt because I can really sweat out when my body releases that trapped heat.
But I guess I will have to live without her now. Everyday I say to myself, "Little girl no more".
