On Wednesday, I was caught in the rain when going to sign off some documents, and ended up sitting drenched for an hour plus. When I finally got back, I thought all was fine. Thursday, I woke up with a bad sore throat and had the feeling I was going to fall sick. Friday afternoon, everything started to spin and blur around me. The doctor said I had a fever, sore throat and flu.
And I was alone in my station for dinner, there's a gash on my left palm that's threatening to heal slowly, with a lot of infections on the way. Ouch.
And during that entire time, I was "on autopilot" as my chef calls it. Shaking hands made things slower and harder to complete.
Sigh. You're already gone. What else matters right?
You're not going to rain on my parade... I tsunami'ed it myself already.
Daily Epidoses: Not-so-daily doses of life. Bite-sized! (most of the time) :)
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