This past few days had been horrendously draining for me.

I've been sick.

And it's not just any kind of sickness either.

I was struck by the notorious flu (influenza), and I think it wasn't just the regular flu either.  Suffice to say I started feeling the brunt of it Sunday afternoon while I was out having lunch with my parents.  I was just feeling fine when I woke up Sunday morning, and when the folks came back from church and asked me if I wanted to go out with them for a ride (they're dropping stuff off someplace and checking stuff some other place) I figured why not join them.  After all it was Sunday and I ain't got anything planned (the previous night the surprise 30th anniversary party for the folks was a success, yes!) so I said yes.

We were at Walmart checking out goodies to give away for Halloween and goodies to send back to relatives in the Philippines.  I was feeling okay still, until nearing the end of our shopping trip.  I told Mom I was hungry coz technically the last time I ate was during dinner the night before and it was already around one in the afternoon by the time we were done buying what we needed to buy.

Even though there was a McDonald's inside Walmart, I told my folks I want to go to Boston Pizza instead coz I've been craving for some pasta like crazy! So we got to BPs and it wasn't busy.  The dining area wasn't filled, but they were showing Lilo & Stitch on all TV screens.  A quick survey of the place and I knew why; families with little kiddies were majority of the diners.  No sweat, I don't mind watching cartoon movies.  Heck, I enjoy watching cartoons over non-animated movies sometimes.

Anyway, so midway to our lunch my right hand felt numb all of a sudden.  I mean, I was holding my fork still but I can't feel it, ya know?  I had to put my fork down and gave my arm a massage because that was freaky.  That has never happened to me before.  After a while the numbness was gone and soon I was able to feel again, but after that it was all down hill.

My dad was looking for something and it was located on the west end of the city.  Since he was driving and I was just in the backseat, I figured if I zonked out it wouldn't matter, so I gave in to my sudden sleepiness and before I knew it, the entire time (from the moment we left BP's parking lot until we reached our destination and then heading back home) I was out of it!

I couldn't help it!  I was so damn sleepy!  But since I was always sleepy, I didn't think much of it.  It wasn't until later that evening that I really started feeling sick.  It was cold, yeah, but I was freezing cold!  And the dry cough I was suffering from earlier that day just became worse.

Everything happened so quickly.  By the next day I knew I wasn't ready to go to work.  I felt shitty.  My head felt heavy.  My nose was stuffy.  I felt lethargic beyond belief and...in a nutshell I was sick.  So I called in sick Monday morning thinking it would just be a passing 24-hour flu or whatever.  By nightfall I knew I wasn't getting any better, and yet I went to my second job still just so I wouldn't be nagged to death about being sick and not really being sick, yadi-yadi-yada.

That was a wrong move.  Good thing I survived it.  I think my Dad knew I was really sick coz at one time he caught me snoozing while he finished up with one room and I was already done doing my half.  I was a slowpoke that night.  Heck, I couldn't even vigorously scrub the glass door to get some speck of dirt off it coz I didn't have that much energy in me that night to do it.  I thought my Dad was gonna give me lip for that, but I think he saw me not faking my not feeling so well so he let it drop and re-wiped the glass door clean himself.

Suffice to say Monday night was no different from Sunday night -- only worse.  My head felt like it was going to explode; my chest ached because of my coughing and my nose was stuffier than ever!  So on Tuesday morning I called in sick again and this time went to the Medicentre.  I supposed I could've gone to my regular doctor, but sometimes getting in to see her doesn't happen ASAP.  Like if you wanted to see her at 10:00am, her secretary would fit you in for some time later in the day when there's an opening; like I can effing wait that long?!

So I was at the Medicentre.  Siz drove me there coz there was no way I was fit to be behind the wheel.  I was so proud of myself that I was able to pull myself together and didn't pass out or anything.  The Medicentre was packed!  And I had to take a number when I got in.

I was #55.

The wait to get registered was long (almost 45 minutes).  By the time I stood in front of the receptionist giving her my info, I was close to passing out and my ears were plugged too so I thought I was underwater.  Anyway, the wait to get called in to see one of the doctors on duty wasn't that long after that.  I guess the admitting nurse saw the seriousness or severness or whatever of my condition coz when she asked me why I was there I told her I needed to know if what I have was flu or just a regular cold but I guess I not only felt like hell but I looked it as well so the wait was less than 15 minutes then I was in a room waiting to see the doctor.

And she confirmed it.  I had the signs of flu and prescibed a medication for me to take for 5 days straight (still taking the meds; tomorrow's my last day of taking it).  And after that I asked her for a sick note coz if I got the flu and needed to rest, I'd have to away from both jobs for the rest of this week and I need a valid excuse that I was indeed sick!

After our visit to the Medicentre I went back home, called my bosses at my two jobs and informed them of my situation.  They were understanding and since everyone's aware that this time of the year is flu season, everyone was encouraged to stay at home when they got it as opposed to going to work still.

I woke up Wednesday morning feeling better than I've been the last couple of days, but by the end of the day I guess I wasn't 100% better coz I started to get tired.  Thursday morning same thing.  I woke up feeling better, but nearing the end of the day I started feeling drained.

Today, Friday, I woke up feeling a whole lot better.  I'm moving around a lot seeing if I'd get tired easily, but so far so good.  Now the big test will be tomorrow: I have to go to class.

I know, I know, I should stay at home still, but dammit, I have a quiz for my first class and I am not quite grasping the second class; I can't afford to miss it.  But if I'm really feeling less than 75% okay, I'll talk to my instructor and tell her I'm leaving early coz I haven't fully recuperated from being sick this whole week just yet.

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