It finally happened

I don't know if it's my body's unconscious need for a break, or all the stress that I am been facing lately, or really just bad weather and viruses everywhere, but I have finally fallen ill for the first time this year.

It feels weird, to be in bed, incapacitated and utterly miserable. I feel like I should be able to stand up, shake it off, and get on with life. Tried that, to abject failure yesterday. I realise that if you don't rest, your body will just shut down on its own. Otherwise known as passing out. A wise part of me said, "Nalinee, just shut up and go to the doctor!" So I did.

I realise that its hard for me to explain to a doctor what's wrong. I think that has something to do with the fear of being caught malingering (I have mum to thank for that, Ms 5 years with no MC!), so I am always nervous going to see a doctor. Sometimes also nervous that he will find out I am dying of something, which I would rather not know about.

Feared Scenario No 1
"You Liar! There is nothing wrong with you! You are just a lazy arse that doesn't want to work, right? No MC, go back to work now!"

Feared Scenario No 2
" Oh my God! Why didnt you come see me about this earlier? Its too late, we can't help you anymore! Have you made out your will?"


Paranoid? Maybe. But here is a confession. I have nothing but contempt for people who take MCs at least once a month. I am sure they are lying. I always think they probably had a late night and are hungover and couldn't be arsed to come to work.

Therefore when I am sick and on MC (like now), that's what I think they are saying about me.

OK, enough, I think. Time to get back to the pills, antibiotics and fluids cocktail. I will catch up on the flip side of this bug, or whatever. And if it is a horrible undetectable disease I am dying of, I bequeath all my worldy possessions to Hanan. All $250 worth of them.