Being sick

I've been in a constant pain these few days. Yesterday was the worst. I've been coughing really bad, and so, the tears couldn't stop running down my cheeks. But I cried for something bigger. I sat there, waiting for you to rescue me. I use the word RESCUE because I feel like my heart can just stop at one point and that I can barely see what's happening around me. The ribs and muscles are all sore, like I've just been beaten up by a professional wrestler. I know this might sound like an exaggeration, trust me, I hardly ever get sick, but once I did, I'd definitely go for the word HARDCORE. 


I don't like being sick. Being so called independent and perfectionist person, I found that asking for people's help is embarrassing. at least for me. How I wish I am in Malaysia right now. I'd be treated like a princess, umi would cook me nasi bubur, ayah would constantly wipe my forehead with Aloe Vera water, and my siblings would yell at me asking me to stop grumping about the pain I feel. I guess, I just miss the attention. Family is the best. They are the ones you can count on in any situations.


Thank you mate. Yesterday proved how much I was loved by you. You can cheer on that.