Hey! In case you are thinking I am somehow related to SAINTS (aka St Andrew's affiliations), yup I am (and proud of it *smiles*). A SAINTS fanatic? No, I am not hor!
This phrase of "Up and On" should be very familiar to those who are in any way related to St Andrew's schools as our school song has a sentence which goes... "Up and on! Up and on! Up Saints, .... lalalala~" and the tempo is damn upbeat I tell you. When I first stepped into the grounds of SAJC as a student, the school anthem was played. I was still half asleep standing at attention during the morning ceremony and looking around sheepishly at all the un-cool guys (unlike those ACS-potato guys with swimmers tan and spunky hair) and there goes the "Up and on!!" song. I bursted out laughing! I guess at that time the people around must be thinking what an idiot I was. I was expecting a school song to be of those boring and melodious beat that sounds like Christian hymns. I don't know what was on my mind but at 17-yr-old, "up and on" sounded rather vulgar.
Anyway, back on track. I was sick, or rather ill sounded more correct. ("sick" sounds like I am sick in the mind or some kinda psycho) I was having fever for 3 days constantly last week and I was given 2 days MC. I should be happy right since this is one of the many times when I am really sick until cannot go out and cannot go work. But I was feeling miserable! I was scheduled to be on night shift and night shifts are supposed to be fun. No boss around, wear PJ to work and no one will care, listen to music, sit cross-legs on the roller chairs, sit on your boss's chair, play kyodai, talk on the phone, eavedrop on people talking on the phone, sleep (but I don't. work ethic ok?)
So I decided to go work on my 1st day. On my drive to work, I was already feeling my body temperature rising but then I had already made the effort to wake up and bathed and plucked my eyebrows so I decided to head to office nevertheless. Wrong choice. The moment I clocked in, I felt terrible. I was sneezing non-stop and I looked like one of Santa's helper, an illed one. As the night progressed, I felt worse. I felt as if I may just drop on the floor any moment. So I popped a panadol and felt better. 2 hours later, the fever resumed and I popped the antidote again. Think I popped 3-4 painkillers that night. Going home was not an option for me cos I already came all the way from CCK to AMK and if I were to go home halfway, I will waste on my petrol! So considering all factors, I die die also must tolerate the night and prepare to take a much-deserved MC the next day or 2, which I did.
The doc gave me a 2 days MC after registering my temperature to be a 38C. MCs usually are used to enjoy and relax at home but mine was terrible! I slept and slept, woke up to eat a bit, take medicine then went back to sleep again. I think I slept a total of 60 hours, bathed 4 times, shitted 3 times (the medicine made me shit a lot!) and ate only bananas, cup noodle and 1 decent dinner. I lost track of day and night, lost weight, lost fluid, and almost lost my mind.
Talked to Superboy on the phone 3 times and each time we ended up slamming the phone on each other. I was super easily irritated. I was pissed at him for not renewing his 2-yr mobile contract. He said he needed time to think of what hp model to buy but I could not take hesitance for an answer. Then, I was pissed that he did not spring a surprise visit on me. He wanted to come over after his course at 10pm but I told him not to as it was late and he was tired from a long day at work. How thoughtful of me. Then the next minute, I blew my top at him cos he actually listened to me and NOT come over! The next 2 times we talked, he was trying to get me to admit that I was being unreasonable on the hp thingy. WRONG MOVE! I was not repentant at all and told him I am not going to interfere into his things anymore. That got him worked up and after 20-30mins of silence, we gave up on each other. I was still thinking it was SO UNTHOUGHTFUL of him to not come see me or send me a GET-WELL-SOON card! Heck the hp plan, why didn't he come surprise me despite me asking him not to, I thought.
Sigh, I was glad I have finally recovered! Superboy renewed his plan and got a new hp and I got myself the Nokia N7370. I was so sad to trade in my N7200. Sob Sob.... Will definitely show off my new phone in my next entry! *smug*
