Skipping appointments, resting at home, hopeing that the flu will leave me before the trip. The cough is driving me crazy and my head is going to explose. Besides the cockroach, being sick is the most scary thing to live alone. I mean really alone, not even my pet is here anymore to beg for water when I am suffering in a cold. Especially when hungry and fridge is empty, all I did for days was boiling water and pouring it all in my body hoping to wash away the disease.
I called mom this afternoon remembering she offered to make me soup if I am willing to come out from the cave. First, all she was interested is her own stuff as usual. I was beginning to fed up. Then a magical moment she made. She put down her tone, and asked me to see doctor or at least get some cough medicine. Told me to rest and drink a lot of water. I would have hung up if she didn't hold down her voice. So glad I didn't and she promised to make soup for me tomorrow. Well, I am happy to see we both grew up a bit enfin. I wanna hug her and tell her "you have done a good job!"
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