Invasion of The Tissue Paper

Wheeze. Cough. Sneeze. Its the time of the month this weakling allows the flu virus to penetrate the immune system. At times I ponder if my lifestyle and eating habits are considered to be negatively unhealthy. Mom and Dad hit the bullseye again. "Wait and see, you take ill at least once a month". And I still dismissed their thoughts labelling them as "paranoid health fanatics". Damn.

As I type away on the keyboard, my lungs expand and contract uncomfortably, producing a wheezing sound. How absurd, but I miss breathing like a normal being. Fortunately, my girlfriend left her extra inhaler at my place which does help to contain the wheezing. My family does not have a record of asthma, but my mom said that records are not a guarantee for omission of illnesses. Help.

I should have consumed those vitamins obediently to boost my immune system. But no. I assumed that I was 'iron-man' and the word "sick" wasn't in my metallic dictionary. Now, "iron man" has liquidated and broken down. All cos' of sheer defiance and a numbskull attitude.

The waste paper basket is ridiculously piled up with soiled tissues. The amount of new tissue boxes are drastically decreasing because of heavy usage. The once-full Clarinase and Panadol boxes in the cupboards are now left with a meagre amount of capsules...And the list goes on, you get the jist.

To think that if I had payed proper attention to my health all this trouble could have been saved. I'm supposed to be going on a cruise in two days. MUST...GET...WELL...SOON...