Illness

I went home early yesterday, planning on studying for my exam this afternoon. Mainly because in my hurry yesterday morning, I left my school things on the bamboo set. What an idiot.

3 pm and I was dozing on the same set. I wake up to my mobile fone beeping. It was Dale and he was in a meeting. This, in reply to my earlier text message saying that I miss him terribly. So I did what any mature person would do: I sent him sexy text messages about how horny I was for him.

I sent about three then went back to my nap. An hour later, my fone rings and it's Dale. We spent some 20 or so minutes laughing at how he had to keep a straight face while talking to some business associate or something. I got him real good. After he hung up, I hunched down to some serious cramming.

But then my kidney started to ache with a dull throbbing pain. In a few minutes, it was too much to ignore. I had to drive to the drugstore for some meds. The boon of having a sister who's a doctor is that you don't have to go to the clinic to get diagnosed. With the modern wonders of communication, all it took was a text message. I asked Laurent to go with me.

An hour after taking the antibiotics and the painkillers, I'm curled up in my bed, crying and feeling sorry for myself for not having anyone to hold me in my moment of kidney ache, not even cats to shoo off.

I wake up at 12 midnight to take the meds again and tried to study. Nothing doing, so I went back to bed.

4 am, and I'm up, taking a bath and shaving for my date with Dale tonight.

5.35 am, I'm at the office trying to study through the dull throbbings of my kidney.

8.00 am, I take the meds again, check my email, my blogs. No, no comments today. Belle de Jour has two new posts, very entertaining. I've sent the url to her blog to Dale who's found it very addictive, and very entertaining. He said her blog makes voyeurs out of her readers. I wondered if I should send him the url to "The Inner Slut."

Nah.

8.10 am, my mom calls up to tell me that she and my dad will be leaving for my place at such and such an hour. I told her I planned to buy mussels Saturday evening, and asked what I should do with the buggers. I'll get oysters as well.

She's bringing adobo. Mmmmm....home-cooked meal after a month of isolation. Can't wait.