tapijo

This week been like hell to me. My throat got sore on Saturday and on Monday i developed coughing. Together with coughing comes fever as well.

So on Tuesday, i could no longer be productive with all the coughing around, and hence decided to return back home. Dad brought back some cough syrup and some paracetamol. I took some the same day. However the next day things got worse.The fever did not leave me. It came back every 3-4 hours. So i decided to call a doctor. The latter asked some questions like whether my joints ached, i travelled, my phlegms were coloured etc. In the end he said i got simple flu and that the syrup and the paracetamol suffice, together with rest he said. And with that he wrote a medical certificate that i would be needing 2 days rest. So i did not work for 2 days resting and taking pills.

The last rest day was the most alarming at all. When i thought that my appetite was coming back, i decided to eat some bread with some meat instead of the usual soup. My mistake. I started to vomit minutes later. The vomiting came in crescendo later in the afternoon.I could not eat nor drink. Dad went to the nearby pharmacy to buy pimperan and some re hydrating solutions. I took the pimperan. No vomiting. Start good. Then the re hydrating solution. So far so good. Later at night will try some stables. Hopefully the stomach will stand good.

And it did stand good. On resumption day(remember i took 2 days’ holidays),  everybody asked about my health to only get a coughing reply from my part. My coughing did not cease. But it starts only when i started to talk.  I had couple of work which had to be done, let alone the due date on Monday, and the others can wait. I had not relate the other side of the story. Yes, and that is gossip. On the second day of my rest, i phoned office to tell them to get my medic cert from my home, which nobody did. It was the day of the resumption that i learnt the boss’ wife phoned the messenger on the eve and asked whether he managed to get my medic letter, to which he negatively replied. She asked him whether he could get it. It was already seven in the evening by then my dear readers. The messenger politely replied that he would fetch it the next morning instead.  When i learnt that, i immediately related that to all my colleagues and friends. And i dumped the medic letter on the boss’s table when i met him that day. With my coarse and nearly deaf words, i replied to his ‘ton degazer?’ question. Later that day the actress made her appearance. She asked the same question to which i negatively nodded. Later phoned me. She was appalled to hear my nearly deaf voice and repeated coughing. And the rest of the day, she stayed 5 metres away from me. And that made my day.  Note to myself. I really need to see another doctor.