On being sick and living alone...and of Moms too!
I had the worst case of flu these past few days and up until now, the stinging claw of the ‘bug’ still has a toll in my body. The unending rain in this country makes a little harder to fully recover as well.
One thing I learned from this hellish experience though: It’s hard to get sick when you’re living ALONE!
Case in point:
- We have running water but it’s not potable so even though I’m so sick, I have to go to the nearest water refilling station to quench my parched tongue and replaced the fluids in my system.
- Buying and cooking food need an extra jolt of energy, which at that time I have low supply of.
- Sponge bath. That was an experience. I boiled water, poured it in a basin and added vinegar. I stripped naked in the bathroom and with the help of a soft cloth, I then rubbed my whole body till the water turned a little bit eeky…yek!
- I have to watch my medicine intake that in every six or eight hours , I should take this and that medicine.
- Though, I’m chilling so bad, I walk a mile or so to the hospital ( no particular route for any transpo on my location, ugh!) for an examination and the good doctor said:
“How do you feel right now?” I’m sick can’t you see!
“Do you have High Blood, Diabetes…etc?” Come on, are you kidding me?
“Well, flu and cough are caused by viruses.” Gee, Doc, thanks for the info DUH!
Although, I have housemates that could ease my burden a little, I really don’t like to be a bother to them as they have their own life to manage. With their little efforts, they did make a difference.
However, this only proves true—when you are having fun living alone, you really don’t like the eyes of an authority [parents in particular] to fall upon you. You surmised that you are an independent stud, an adult for that matter but when trying time comes, you cannot fathom the longing for a mother’s care.
When I called mom back home, I cannot help myself but to cry and wished she was with me or I was at home under her care. Mother’s in general are natural Florence Nightingale; they are made that way and wired up to cure the pains and sufferings of their children.
I guess all of us, even if we try to puff our chest out and proclaim that we are the king of the world, still, nothing can beat the hands that rock the cradle.
Moms are indeed priceless!