Day 3

When you're ill what do you often do?

Probably you'll say rest or even maybe visit the clinic or whatsoever, but for me it's a little different. I opt to work more and carry on the day ignoring all the malfunctioning area of my body.

Seriously, if my gut would explode I would probably be at the library still doing some freaking homework. I have no idea what's wrong with me, but it's been quite a hassle for me and my mom whenever I would choose and force myself to do extreme tasks.

Lately, I haven't had proper sleep and my eating habits are off charts. I would literally forget to eat or  devour every food I think of. For that reason, I feel quite lethargic and I feel like I'm gaining weight. Even though, I look completely fine I swear there's like this overweight girl inside my body.

Now I am currently sick and I'm fighting my body to just ignore. Last night, I could barely move due to a major body sore and a slight fever and yet my last thoughts was before I passed out was this file my friend forgot to share me in google docs. Awful, I know. It's like I'm consciously thinking that if I die as of the moment at least I completed all my tasks... damn I have problems.

Today I went to school a little late than usual because my morning wasn't very good to say the least. I woke up 5am in the morning feeling patches of soreness around my body. Thanks to my mom, she was nice enough to massage my aching back the night before but it wasn't enough to relieve all the pain.

When I got to school my normal routine went by; took down notes, recited like a dork, took a quiz, ran errands, and attended a seminar. All that feeling so lightheaded and I swear I felt like I was dying. Over exaggerated I know, but my seat-mate and friends kept on asking if I'm okay and I made a weird awkward nod and saying "yeah, I'm good."

I went home around 6pm and I realized I had almost 11 hours of school. I got home and I felt sick still. I convinced myself that I'm fine but literally I couldn't move as much. Spent around 15 minutes of rest then proceeded working again.

I also feel guilty for telling my mom I took medicine at school. The awful part was that I forgot to drop by the school clinic and take some medications. My mom would flip if she knew I didn't take care of myself. SORRY MOM! Salute to all the mothers out their who gives out their 100% best, you guys are the real MVPs.

For some reason, I'm the type of person who can't just do NOTHING. I feel uncomfortable not knowing I'm not being productive. I guess being ill takes away a lot of things and I can't have that. It might be absurd to think that way, but I just can't have a day off just because I'm sick. It would be a domino effect and all hell would break loose.

If you're thinking I'm workaholic it's a yes and no. Yes because I go through everything just to finish something perfectly and no because I put the people I love on top. I would seriously let go of every Homework I have just to chill with my parents or my friends.

Everything is designated in a specific time where I do things (if I could, I would go to the extent to noting down when to talk to people) and germs are freaking EVIL. Little craps that can destroy my day. I'm still sick and I just hope these little bastards would leave me alone, and for the love of all being my white blood cells should stop slacking off and do their damn job fighting whatever illness I caught.