“finally sick. lol”
i dont mind being sick. in fact, as sick as this may sound, to some degree i kinda like being sick; (not in the i’m-dying kind of sick though). many people thinks i’m weird for thinking this way. and i too acknowledge that it is a little weird.
but you see, my fondness of being sick stems from childhood. do you not remember when you were younger how being sick got you out of class? and most of all, when i was little, or even til i was not so little, when i was sick…..mommy was there.
i remember how she would scold me for getting myself sick in the first place, i.e: skipping a meal, playing in the rain, etc. but at the end of the day she would always put her hand on my forehead to feel my temperature, and made me soup or porridge, and gave me medicine. and if in a few days the illness didnt go away, she took me to the doctor.
during those days, even the times i ended up in the hospital for dengue fever, i felt safest and coziest. mommy could and would make everything better.
as i grow older, i like being sick simply because other people seem to abhor being sick. people close to me seem to think falling sick as the worst thing that could happen to them, whereas i think there are worse things. i think of being sick as an opportunity for you to take a break.
