Please just leave me
Yesterday, I attended ENGLCOM because of a quiz. I could always have cut all of my classes just to rest… but I can’t. I wasn’t really sure if I could always get a make-up test.
When I was on my way to Gokongwei to meet up my friends, I was coughing a bit. I thought I was better and this sickness was just the same old as before. Boy, I was so wrong. As I stepped in the room, G306. The room was cold, my throat started to ache again. I tried clearing my throat (and somehow it help). I saw Chad and Joshua, I waved hi as I approach my friends.
Chary, Gem, and Gwenie were still there doing the Exercise in OBJECTP. I wish I could help them, but I felt like my brain isn’t functioning well. I saw Julie watching over the three. I could see that she wants to help as much as possible if only she have learned the lesson already. She is a caring friend afterall.
Julie asked me how was I. I started dictating my sickness as I count along with my fingers. Headache, muscle pain, sore throat, colds, and coughs. Well, that made my day. That’s for sure. Suddenly, I couldn’t stop my coughs. I was coughing like hell. I could feel my tonsils aching in pain as if it was being poked by thousands of needles everytime I cough. That time, I’ve confirmed. I was still not good.
As for those 3 girls doing their exercise, sadly they couldn’t finish it and just sent it for the sake of having a grade. Well, it is better than having a zero. Moving along, we decided to eat at the 6th floor of Andrew. Since it was still early, we got an elevator easily. My cough suddenly said goodbye for now. I thought that the canteen wasn’t so cold but boy, it was so cold. I somehow felt lucky for wearing long sleeves that day. As I tagged along to the catering, I saw the pasta. I didn’t know why, but I felt like eating lunch again. Everyone ordered Carbonara, except for me - who ordered Spaghetti - and Josh - who ordered rice.
While we were eating, everyone was having small conversations (which I sadly couldn’t remember). I was happy and contented seeing my friends there and being with them felt so great. My coughs came back, then I could remember Chary, telling me she’ll bring this Chinese medicine for me the next day. She said that it was for sore throats and that it tastes sweet. I felt grateful and thanked her. I somehow felt excited trying that medicine. Afterall, I’m also a Chinese, trusting my lineage’s medicine isn’t that bad.
Luckily, we came just in time for ENGLCOM. Our professor wasn’t still there. Julienne stayed in for a bit. While Romi and Josh were joking around, I couldn’t help but laugh. Oh, have I ever mentioned that laughing was bad for me? Everytime I laugh, coughs came in. My throat started aching and my muscles ached. All at the same time. Despite the pain, I couldn’t stop laughing at those two.
Once the professor came, everyone scrambled to their seats and Julienne went to her class. The test for that day was outlining an Article about computers for young children with or without disabilities. It was giving me a headache for each time I think. The room was silent and chilly, after all we were taking a quiz.I want to cough so much but I don’t really want to create such noise. Clearing my throat every time I felt that my cough will strike again. It helped, somehow, but it was killing me slowly as if I was being choked by something.
“How much time left do I have,” I thought to myself.
Luckily, my questioned was answered when Calvin stood up and passed his paper. I wrapped up my answers and passed them. My friends who passed by me asked if I was okay. I answered jokingly, “If I said yes, would you guys believe at me?” Well, of course, I felt okay just being with my friends makes me happy, but my body wasn’t really feeling so good.
Before we said our goodbyes to each other, we hanged out a bit at the second floor of the Andrew building. We photocopied the notes our DASALGO professor has uploaded. After that, I pleaded goodbye and went down the stairs. Then out of the build. I dash to my car and went in. My dad was waiting for me that time, afterall.
My dad asked me how was school. I was just, “mm yeah. It’s okay.” I wasn’t really feeling good that time… again. My dad asked me out to eat dinner. I told him I wanted to eat at Rai Rai Ken. I really wanted pasta that time. I don’t really understand why.
As we go to Rai Rai Ken, I was just listening to my favorite radio station, Magic 89.9. My sickness likes me so much that it won’t leave me at all. When we reached Rai Rai Ken, I ordered Chasyu Ramen. It was one of my faves. I didn’t really have a conversation with my dad. I was living in my own world again while waiting for my ramen to come.
Once my ramen came, I took my chopsticks and digged in. For a moment, I felt victory. My coughs left me while I was enjoying my ramen. It felt like I was in heaven. Sure my throat was being punished by the hot soup, but I didn’t felt pain at all. It was truly heaven.
I was so glad that it died somehow. And I did my same old routine, as I reached home, I’ll use my laptop and do some plurking. Then suddenly it hit me. I was feeling hot, I was looking for the electronic thermometer. Feeling a bit dizzy, I went back to my desk, watching my idle laptop. I haven’t reviewed for my exam. I don’t have any other choice, my mom gave me Tempra and water. I layed down on my bed.
“Will this be my last night? Am I going to die? I can’t die yet… I haven’t even met him personally… Ugh… I still need to study for DASALGO… Why now? There are other days… Why during my midterms? Why won’t you just leave me alone,” was all I thought as I drifted to sleep.
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