I had been ill for several days, and if I have not lost count, it is the sixth day today. I am still recovering a bit from a very high fever, followed by a bout of stomach upset and what-not, that just thinking of it feels like a recurring nightmare.
It was different this time. The fever I mean. All this while, I had never bother much about my little pain here or little pain there - I was always up and about in no time. Like I said, it was different now. One moment I was shivering and the next I was flushing hot. My head was pounding hard and my body just went 'berserk'.
Four days in bed, I was really an invalid. On the first day saw my temperature rising up to 40 degrees C. I was a picture of restlessness. The hubby, was always at my bedside and really took care of me this time - something I would have avoided him from doing before! And I slept and slept and slept like I had never slept before. The appetite was rather poor too and I hardly shoved down even a morsel into my throat. The slightest mention of food made me sick again so much so I had to take my medicines almost without food. I never knew I was this weak...
This afternoon, for the first time in six days, I began to nibble on some cut fruits. And I'm quite happy with my progress tonight as I already sipping spoonfuls of tomyam soup! No rice just yet, but I'm contented with noodles for now.
Looking in the mirror awhile ago, I almost didn't recognize myself! I am so frail. No wonder my friends who came by today and yesterday commented on how drastically I lost weight. They were right.
Syukur Alhamdulillah... being sick or healthy, I always know there's a blessings behind every condition God has in-stored for us. So, one day at a time... I'll be back on my feet again, insyaallah.