Iam down with fever and a rather deadly cough since the last couple of days.I think i stretched it pretty thin trying to work at the hospital with all this so yup!Im finally on fluids and bedrest,barely able to move my limbs.

This takes me back to my days at home with my parents when falling sick felt like a spa holiday(massage included;accent optional).My brother and i did a thesis for 10 years on how to catch a fever to experience those star rated flu weekdays at home.

And in the blink of an eye childhood left forever and i joined med school and BAM !!!Paranoid city since then.

If catastrophizing was a sport, i would be an olympian winner.

Now a bout of cough would have me planning flowers for my funeral(orchids btw)Spa weekdays and breakfast in bed have become bittersweet memories since adulthood struck like a wild bolt.Now unless you get out of bed, there would be no breakfast to get served for an entire week(in bed or on table)

A massage isnt just a necessity when you are down with the flu. Every minute of every day you are in dire need of one ,all thanks to those ‘soon to be arthritic’ joints.

I mean dont get me wrong. Adulthood is dope.. You get paid and nobody shuts the door on your face or makes u sleep on the patio when you are out late after curfew hours,but when you are sneezing and sick , all you need is your mom and dad to come to you , feed you soup, give you the sweetest tummy rubs and tuck you in again.

All of us then go back to being 10 again. Well aunty lee surely does.

Good day to all.