March 31, 2011

When diarrhoea Is My First Name

STEAMING hot soup, that’s what I just had for lunch. Hopefully it will help get rid of this crazy flu I’ve been having for three days now, a chain reaction from diarrhoea, which I caught last Sunday night while travelling in Indonesia.

A bowl of homecooked soup is just the thing for my condition.
(RIGHT) Image: steaming Hot Soup - KWINTON

The minute I reached home I hit the toilet and returned every two minutes that it made me thought if that was going to be my permanent bed until I recovered. I’ve not changed my shorts as many times as I did on Monday. Every piece was scattered outside the bathroom door as I was too weak for housekeeping.
 
When your tummy is doing a roller-coaster like mine did misplaced jokes are not taken kindly so I was extremely sore when someone commented that unless I suck it in I will have to do my business in the bushes along the way to the airport. Excuse me friend, I did see little shop-houses and Surau (Muslim prayer house that’s smaller in size to that of a mosque) along the way. A kind word would be most appreciated and helpful at times of trouble such as this. If one day this person suffers the same fate while I happened to be around, I will hand her a plastic bag - a tiny one! 

This is how I was and still is feeling.
Image: Amzing Photo. Girl And Dresses - AFRICAN FI

Once home, a lot of pre-arranged work-related activities and assignments had to be cancelled. All phone calls and SMS-es were ignored but there will always be some thick-skinned people out there who just can’t give someone breathing space.

To ask me if I had received some work e-mail while I’m purging and trying hard to control muscle spasms in my tummy is really very thoughtful. To repeatedly call me on my handphone despite knowing I was ill is a clear indication of arrogance. And to SMS me just to ask me to pick up the phone is … duhhh … stupid! 

Let me spell it out. When someone is suffering from diarrhoea all one wants to do is to hold on to one’s @!$# so that you don’t shit on your bed. And when one suffers from diarrhoea for two days straight the stomach becomes empty and all that comes out from the sore @!$# is fluid. So give me a break and let me sleep so I can recover quickly.
I've been curled up in bed for days.
Image:  The Room - TRUBLUEBOY

Now that “bad things” are out my chest life will soon be back to normal.

Today I managed to check my mail, do this post because NFM had gone to a full stop because some techie FORGOT my instructions to post, re-arranged food reviews, discuss coverage for one talented baker, and finish all the pending stories that needed to be sent out.
I've been living on pills to get up and running again.

If you’re a real friend please do like my buddies Farrell and Craig would do, leave a message that says something like: Rest well. Call if you need anything. We're just around the corner.

You know what this line says? It says they care enough to be there should I need them but they won’t be in my face in case I need the space (to rest).

Now, time for that medication and sleep. Hopefully I can be at the food review tonight, which I have cancelled once before for a different reason.

Image: Hand Holding Pills - KADRIP55

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