Point of Reflection

Thursday and Friday, I dragged myself to the office to let work distract me but the AC did me in and I was left feeling none the healthier by the time weekend came.

Friday, I think I got a little panicky with the thought that I might be struck down with Swine Flu. I hurriedly looked at symptoms.

Fever – check

Cold – check

Diarrhea – check

body ache – check

………….

By this time I am like biting my nails and my thumb in horror..
My god !! What if ??

And I had had some delicious pork 2 days back.
Good lord..

Then I told myself.. CONTROL duddette…

It was just normal flu and thats it..

I dutifully posted the educative links to twitter and facebook, shut down my comp and prayed that I get well soon..

Of all the things, why did I have to have THE FLU ??

The very mention has people nodding their heads with ideas whereas before it would be just looked at oh !!! its nothing.

Weekend was planned for a dear pal’s wedding in Kannur. That had to be dumped by me while Rocky went ahead.

To while away my time, I did what good patients do, slept my way through weekend.

That reminds me …

A couple of days ago I went through a phone call with my citibank representative to enquire about the website thats not been working for a while. So in the midst of the conversation, this chappie asks me if I am male or a female.

I feel quite taken aback ?? I ask him to repeat his question slowly and he very seriously asks me  to confirm if I am male or female.

Now, I think I do not squeak but I definitely have a female voice..

And to top it all I have been holding a savings and some credit cards which required some end number of elaborate verifications  for the same.

And I am a customer for about a decade now.

AND STILL THEY HAVE F*&@#_@!D up and put up my account as MALE and well they will not correct it however many times I tell them that I am a female and my records say so…

NO !!!! Since someone mistakenly typoed it as “M”, I am not a male customer and I cannot say I am a female customer till I personally POST documents proving that I am a FEMALE..

GO drown yourself in one spoonful of water.. you bludy @!&%#@#!%

Talk about mid life Gender crisis.. BAHHH !!

Now let that me MALE.

Anyway… back to my flu haze.

today I wake up and in front of my non lenses eyes and sniffling vision, I see my cook, my diving cook sporting two baloon sized sweeling on either side of her mouth..

Blimey…. what is happening around me ?

I thought I was sick… this was like …

If it was not serious, I would have laughed at both of us.. two women of woe.. and totally wacked by germs.. LOL.. tra lalalala !!

Anyway, I told her to stay in isolation till Monday. I think she was sporting Mumps.  Thats what they used to call it when I was little.

Well, let me vouch that Chinese food is the best comfort food when one is sick..

Though Rocky had cooked for poor ole me, I had this craving for chicken soup and through the cold hazed brain, I decided I would party with more chinese food which would last me two days.. till Rocky came back.

So I ordered 2 plates of momos, chicken fried rice, roast chicken with vegetables, golden fried prawns and lemon pepper chicken soup.

Till the food came, I was moaning and groaning around in the house. But when I looked at the food, I felt better and immediately cheered up. Of course, I have to tell you that my digestive system did not react well to this.. but heck, I felt like doing something different and when one is sick and left to one’s self, there are not many ideas that work, you know… food is the best one..

After I finished one fourth of that dish, I was like depressed and called my favorite aunt and talked and talked and talked.. twice in that day.

She was so sweet and tried to distract me by talking about all things but my health. I love her for that.

So after all that self pitying thought and conversations later, I settled down to some Sex and the City Tapes which made me laugh.. till my head hurt.

And now its Monday and I am still sweating it out..

Today evening I get the post which says Rocky has enrolled into BSc Nursing Counselling.  And I thought WHAT..

Does my beloved have a secret identity that I did not know of ?? And I started weaving  ridiculous a story of him  in nurses overalls..  then hit myself..  and told myself that it was his project with Manipal.

On teasing Rocks, I had a good laugh when he said he was testing their website..

Oh thank god.. he is still the Rocky I know and not some secret unidentified CSI agent… ( this from watching too many CSI series)

Ah now for some ginger tea.  I think thats all I can take for now.

Till I see the world normally.. without the haze…. Ciao..