Prescriptive note
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| With courtesy of Mark Pari |
Didn't realise my voice turned coarse until I dialed office to clarify certain matter. Was reprimanded when my supervisor knew I clashed at client's place despite of my fever. Was on the phone with Clara (thank God for blessing me with such a supportive friend) yesterday, ok, I'm afraid the beautiful part ceases here temporarily, she nagged at me over me being dehydrated and taking no effort to replenish fluid-intake.
Well, I'm not gonna reveal what's the mysterious cause of it. The more critical thing was this stubborn fever appears to be bent on killing me. It's haunted me since last Thursday. Every morning I find myself awake with cold sweat. Something's not right. To be honest, I've not been having quality sleep. Stressed? Messed-up? Occupied? The selections could go on continuously but I seriously have no idea at all. Bummer.
What's the worst thing that could ever happen to me? For now, it's this fever that's not going away. Sigh. It's burnt a hole in my heart. Please, just chill and go away.
