I could not find the precise fitting words that would clearly elaborate how I feel at the moment. The virus must have left my brain temporarily incapable of structuring ideas and conjuring up sentences or maybe I am just way too overwhelmed with the things that happened within the past week. (Believe me, the author is just making a lame excuse for the grammatical lapses and inconsistent ideas that might appear here…so please honey, bear with her.)
      
      Nevertheless, I am more than glad that I made it, and that I am alive.

       Some of you, after reading this entry might think that some of my remaining sanity had seeped itself out from deep inside the convolutions of my cortex and had some valuable stuff knocked out from me for I seem to be making a big fuss out of a simple week-long fever. (Yeah, a week-long that is, but it seemed an eternity for me.) I went so far as thinking that I’d be dead by the end of the month. But look honey, I’m breathing. Thank goodness.
   
      As a matter of factly, everything started last Sunday morning when the devil tried to wake me up with his usual handsome yet sinister grin. He first manifested himself in my difficulty of opening my eyes. I felt groggy, stupid and thus imagined that my head was a hot bloated air balloon. But no, the better half of my consciousness told me that I was just imagining things and I better get out of bed. Sure, sure I said. I thought that it might be from playing the guitar the night before or because the sun was shining heavily on me or probably because I did not take a bath. And so, I took a quick bath and had a leisurely walk at the garden. Well, it was indeed damn stupid of me to do all of that, not knowing that I was already manifesting the symptoms of a would be systemic viral infection.
 

      Well for two ironically glorious days, I was diagnosed with that, but my too good to be damned devil did not leave my side and went as far as depleting my white blood cells and reducing my platelets to a nearly fatal number. This time, my already weakening guts were starting to fall out and so I was beginning to imagine such things like, what if I’ll be diagnosed the next day with a far worse case of illness like leukemia or worst, death.

      Shit, was all I could mutter.

     For one crucial week I was in deathbed and a lot of things happened, and so did my realizations. gedemnit, akala ko talaga ma-dededs na ako.

    1. The number of bananas I ate for one week would surely put any monkey to shame.

    2. I nearly choked my self to death for stupidly and absentmindedly drinking a 500 mg tablet of Isoprinosine, an anti-viral medicine with the size of a 5 centavo coin without even breaking it into half. My mother nearly fainted in fright that I could not breathe.

    3. I lost 5 lbs in 5 days. (L-Carnatine beat that!)

    4. Papaya tastes like soap.

    5. I walked under the scorching heat of the sun from San Antonio to Video City here in San Pedro while I was having a 38.3 degree fever. It’s because of that dung driver na nagpa-special pa ng bayad. Grr. Gusto ko siya konsensyahen nung mga panahong yon, “Manong, alam niyo bang 3.0 lang ang whiteblood cells ko at 210 ang platelet count ko? Pag ito naubos pa sa paglalakad ko at namatay ako, isinusumpa kong ikaw una kong mumultuhin!” But, I got better hold of my self.

    6. Fart becomes stench-free when you’re taking drugs. I mean the medically prescribed ones. I don’t know, or maybe my nose was just clogged. Pero promise, alaws smell. Lol.

    7. I get really sappy when others let me feel that they care for me. Aaw. No matter how bad I feel, they never fail to uplift my spirits...

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And so, that's the uber dramatic story of moi. I though i was going to have dengue fever but thank god, my wbc and my platelets radically increased the following days after having it monitored and now i'm really improving. The doctor said that i was really lucky, buti daw at kinaya ko and hindi nagtuloy into something far worse, or else, baka daw nagbleed na ako at cinonfine.

  Shocks, just when i though i'd lost it all. I was even excited about dying. Just kidding. Well, maybe it isn't my time yet. God's really great.

  "Hay gwen, isa ka ngang masamang damo, " my superego whispered.

  The devil reappeared, smiled and winked at me twice. This time, he pecked one last kiss on my forehead before he departed. Then I shivered. He was gone.

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I'd like to thank our benevolent God for always guiding us and keeping us always under his Almighty care. To everybody who'd pray for my health. i feel so blessed having all of you.

To those who called me and sent me get-well soon stuffs and messages, i really appreciate it guys. Thanks for the prayers and concern everyone!

*hugs