DAILY DOSE AN ILL WIND I have been ill. Not your run of the mill garden variety take a Panadol ill. Like sick. A bit of Delhi belly, some food poisoning and heat exhaustion because Vohra, in his wisdom decided to go play badminton in this heat and get himself dehydrated. You see my body may be 65 but I am only 22. So three nights back I am sort of sitting there wilting like a cut flower and dinner is served and I can’t look at it so I crawl off to my bed and curl up like a wafer and am still like that. Everyone tells you to cheer up. You don’t want to cheer up. Cheer up is not on the cards nor is think positive, get a grip how can anyone get a grip when the waterworks are winning. The 8 metre run to the loo is like Usain Bolt hasn’t got there yet. Then there is nourishing food. Everyone is very sold on giving you nourishing food and nourishing food is stuff that sets your gag reflex into to gear. You must have something nourishing. No, I mustn’t, leave me alone to wallow in my misery. I am still not okay but am telling you this; don’t be an idiot and get dehydrated. Don’t push your body beyond your age limits. Believe me you don’t want to be sick like this, it just takes everything out of you and leaves you wrung.
Posted on: Thu, 17 Jul 2014 14:29:33 +0000
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