Got diagnosed with dengue fever a few days back. Fever was as high as 39.1 degrees. Now I'm just having sporadic pains in all parts of my body and the constant sleepiness. Not to mention, I've lost interest in, literally, everything except for piano.
It's awfully lonely to be in this miserable, big house. With everyone busy with their commitments, no one has the time to put a cold ice towel on my forehead, to wake me up for dinner, to apply ointment on my uncomfortable, gassy stomach... To spend time with me generally. I'm sick and I'm managing on my own. Pretty much like my elder sister when she's sick...
I don't even know how the hell did I got bitten by a damn mosquito! I'm the only one out of the 44 people in my driving course group who got bit. And I was so near to completing my driving course. Now there's a chance I gotta recourse. Which means retaking all the tests that I've passed. And I don't want to report to that camp anymore! It's such a depressing place. It starts so early and it ends late.
The whole army experience is making me grow backwards and making me hate myself even more. You know the feeling of being in a like-minded group of friends and then you're forced to watch your friends move on faster and faster while you're the damn tortoise who just crawls ever so slowly. After a while, you start to realize, "We're not on the same frequency here. Maybe we should stop being friends. All I'm doing is pulling you guys back and offer nothing beneficial to you."
Of course I want to continue being friends with these people, but I look at them, and they don't look back at me, even when I'm sick. And new friends are always hard for me to make. Especially when people are already in cliques.
But I appreciate the Security Flight people from my squadron. Some of them actually came down to the hospital to check up on me after work. Which is the least they have done and I'm grateful. Thanks Shermund, Oswin and Aaron..=)
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