Sick and sick of it.

Yesterday i had a massive sore throat, so i tried my level best to fight it.
I felt a little feverish as well. I know very well why i was sick...

These are difficult time, i haven't got to rest properly for a reasonable number of days.
Stress is creeping up my shoulders. And i have no time to cook for myself
because i have to drown myself in my books, for my test and my assignments.
So i have been eating cereal for most of my meals.... hence the sore throat.

Today morning, i felt groggy... and by noon, totally feverish.
So i can't do my work and study.. because i need to think.. and my head
felt really heavy...

So i laid down to rest, and as my fever became higher and higher.. i could feel it
because i feel that my head is being fried... I tried to call my dad, and mom,
and my sister. But no one was free to bother.

So i laid down and fell asleep.

A while later i woke up with bloodshot eyes. So i dragged myself out
to get a cab, to go see a doctor. While in the cab, i just realized that...
Aren't we all alone in the end?

So the doctor said, rest well, don't stress yourself. The normal, drink
lotsa fluid and bla bla bla.

So while waiting for my cab, i really felt terrible, my head was painful and groggy,
my back ached like mad, and i just felt weak.. and guess what..?? That's the time
there was no cab to be seen. *perfect timing*

I don't like to be sick, because then.. i am weak. and i can't take care of myself.
And its the time i realized that there's no one else to take care of me.
So i can't study, i can't cook porridge for myself, i can't stand up for 2 minutes,
i can't think.. i can't do anything- while my due-dates are fast approaching.
And on top of that, i have to feel i'm all alone. Sadness redefined.