I had forgotten how it felt having a fever. But last night, as I struggled to finish some work, it came back. I felt feverish all over. My head was pounding and my face was flushed. My whole body was aching. No amount of duvet could make me feel warm, not even with the heat radiating from the laptop, which I put by my side to continue my work.
It is strange that whenever you are ill, well, in my case actually, I think back to the days when Mak would instantly make chicken soup. Chicken soup seemed to be the cure for everything. And of course with moi – rice porridge with lots of ginger.
I was yearning for that last night but the chicken that Taufiq bought earlier was already in the oven. And I had roast chicken instead, with mashed potatoes. And although it was nice, it felt rough as I also had sore throat. The rest of the chicken went into Kissinger who was sleeping nearby.
This is a household where you’d be hardpressed to find any panadol or asprin or anything that spells drugs from the chemist. I was given Vitamin C and cod liver oil and Rehana made me camomile tea. And with that I drifted to sleep.
I think the excitement of last week’s events had taken its toll. It was non stop since last Saturday and the next few weeks promise the same what with Air Asia’s inaugural flight and some exhibitions and visits of some people that I cannot really avoid.
Am feeling better this morning and trudge to work I must. The temperature has plummeted again and as you can tell from the tone of this writing, I just want my duvet and hot chicken soup.
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