It has been a year or so since I last caught a cold. To think that I use to envy my brothers who have been getting special treatments because of that. Thanks you guys for infecting me and bringing me this misery. I really had a hard time sleeping. During the night, I can't remember how many time I move from the couch, to the bed in my room then on the floor in the living room. Going back and forth between those places and dragging my comforter, made me feel like a ghost or something. My body ache like I've been tumbling down a hill all day long.
This time it wasn't that bad. It's less than a week and it wasn't that high. I got better today. I get to cook. Only the after effects are still there or I''m just weak. (dizzy and nauseated)
P/S: Thank you papa for cooking me those deelish porridge. Even if it was tasteless (because of my fever, my dad's a great cook) I managed to finish them all....
