going done with a fever

this day was so tiring for me to the point wherein my body could not take it and now i have a fever.

i rarely get sick so when i get sick i am very sure that my body was pushed to my limits.

the day started out with my planning to pass an application for medicine at a med school that is at the outskirts of town.

when i finally passed it and payed the fee they suddenly said that i will be interviewed right there and then.

i was surprised but i had to keep up my confidence so i went through with it.

it was exactly after the interview when i found out that my application has been approved and that i can enroll anytime.

i appreciate the fast process but the long distance is making me worry.

the way home felt draining for me considering we were already on a cab which is supposed to be less stressful.

when we arrived, i just fell on the bed with a bad headache and shivers.

when i woke up, i was still feeling "not myself" so after observing myself for a few more hours,

i came to a conclusion that i have a fever.

my father confirmed this.

on another note,

when rei found out i had a fever,


she clapped her hands.

i told her she was so evil.

her response was: "no! it's just that you don't get sick, so this is a big thing."

my response: "i do get sick! it's just that i take my meds as soon as possible."

(-_-#)