Sick Again Something is definitely wrong with this body of mine. I seem to fall ill once every week. The first attack came four weeks ago, on a Monday morning, when I suddenly had this horrible bout of vomiting (even without having breakfast). The next day I was diagnosed as having LBP and after that, it was very dizzy-fying week... Just on Sunday, while doing the cha-cha, the world suddenly started to twirl before my eyes... a few spins later and I was out, when I woke up Mum was worried sick, 'You're getting really sick, girl.'

I thought I would be fine. Well not so.

Am now down with a terrible sore throat and a flu. Something's gone awfully wrong with this husk that I call my body... And the worst thing is, I have an MC but because work's so terribly heavy... I can't leave anything behind... I need work and work and work... otherwise nothing's ever going to get done.

I miss my holidays, I miss the time when I could have month after month of bumming around, I miss the time when a holiday meant going out and having fun until the wee hours of the morning. Now, a holiday means time for rest and sleep.

See... it's so sad being in the workforce. But can't complain. I heard it's worse not being in it.   ¶ 07:33