I've been sick and lying on my bed for the past 3 days and I am seriously sick of tired of being sick. My perpetual urge to puke is enough for me to reconsider being a mother in the future. Nothing irks me more than my unproductivity. I can't wait to get on my feet and jump around without feeling lightheaded. I can't wait to be productive and be able to function normally. I need to catch up with my readings and start on my essays. I feel so bad that I had to give so many appointments a miss, and having other people do my job for me. I'm bored to my wits and my faculties are slowly dying on me.
In a nutshell, it sucks to be sick. (And busy.) RWAR.
On a lighter note, Dad never fails to crack me up.
Me: *whines* I keep feeling like puking. I ate medicine already. Why do I keep feeling this way?
Mum continues playing bejeweled on her cell.
Dad: *pauses* Girl ah, how to spell "puking"?
Mum: P,U,K,I,N,G.
Me: Tsk, I'm asking why I feel like puking not how to spell it! Rwar.
Dad and Mum bursts into laughter.
Me: It's not a joke!!! *whines*
Talk about missing the point. My dad OWNS.
In a nutshell, it sucks to be sick. (And busy.) RWAR.
On a lighter note, Dad never fails to crack me up.
Me: *whines* I keep feeling like puking. I ate medicine already. Why do I keep feeling this way?
Mum continues playing bejeweled on her cell.
Dad: *pauses* Girl ah, how to spell "puking"?
Mum: P,U,K,I,N,G.
Me: Tsk, I'm asking why I feel like puking not how to spell it! Rwar.
Dad and Mum bursts into laughter.
Me: It's not a joke!!! *whines*
Talk about missing the point. My dad OWNS.
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