Me and my cronies at Makati, we have a #10000 reasons thing going on. We use it for the things we are thankful for. Even the most minute ones.
Today, while I was in line to get into a train, they announced that they will be serving only from North Ave. to Shaw Blvd. Three stations short from where I alight.
You might think that’s nothing. I agree, it shouldn’t be. But the problem is, it’s the morning rush hour, and almost everyone works in Makati. So, there would most probably an Exodus by Shaw station. I imagined the grappling I had to do to get a cab or a bus. It’s gonna be tough. Especially that it’s raining. So I braced myself for the worst.
But sitting in a car train, the management announced that services are back to normal.
I breathed in and said Hallelujah. It would have been tough. Tired and recovering as I am. :)
Ugh. Dressing up is exhausting. :/
Since last night, I have been throwing up and now I am perfectly weakened and nauseous. My joints are aching too.
I must have forgotten how being this sick feels, I ache at every heaving sensation I get.
I know it neither makes sense nor help to cry about how sick you feel. But out of sheer restlessness, I did. Believe me, I tried to keep it together. Especially that I had Mariko stay overnight. But I just couldn’t. And that is perfectly irrational.
I hope to get better soon. This is killing me. I’m like a baby who’d want to be taken care of. Unfortunately, I am all grown up…while apt support is given, I am left to my own misery.