Friday, June 22, 2012

Meh

My paralyzed form hung over the side of the bed like a rag-doll thrown carelessly by its owner. I stared at it. As if in an out-of-body experience, I looked at my own form, criticized it and loathed it.

I had been feverish for a good three days, yet yesterday the fever decided to manifest itself into something more malicious. I had been bed-ridden and there was nothing anyone could do about it, myself included.

I painstakingly crawled out of bed and into my car disregarding all other factors of my existence and drove myself to the nearest clinic.

The events of the day were a haze. What did I say to the doctor? How did I pay? and more importantly, how is it that I found myself staring at my limp form laying on top of the bed, mouth agape.

The staring contest I had with myself was short-lived as once again the medication kicked in knocking me unconscious for a good 5 hours.

I awoke to darkness. Groping for my phone, I found it nestled inconveniently under a bundle of pillows and blankets at my feet. Safe to say, I had turned a full 180 degrees and my feet had the comfort of what my head desired.

Tch.

I forced myself up. Leaning precariously over the side of the bed, head throbbing from the long hours of being benumbed, I crawled, meandered and dragged myself to the bathroom.

I still hadn't found out the time thinking that the effort it took for me to unravel the blankets in search of my phone was too much to be exerted.

I looked up into the mirror and found death staring back. Good looking fellow that death. Still, the heavy bags under its eyes and the crusts of dried-up saliva peppering the corner its his mouth was a disapproving sight indeed.

My irises expanded as the cold water splashed over my face with the force of  slap. I immediately perked up. Coupled with the grumbling of my tummy and the growling that issued forth from my throat, I needed to escape this four walled tomb and get on with my life.

Easier said than done. I found myself collapsed on the bed again and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Just the way I like it.

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