Sick

I'm sick of pills and tablets.
I'm sick of bed rest too.
I'm sick of sweating like a pig.
I'm sick. I swear it's true.

I'm sick of bloody shivering,
inside 3 duvets I cower.
I can't see why, I can still perspire
while standing in the shower?

I'm sick of bloody cough syrup.
the extra strong bronchial shit.
I'm sick of that dry inch, halfway down.
then that 5 kilo lump of phlegm.

I’m sick of only bread and porridge,
sickly stuff for sick stomach.
I'm sick of looking like a tramp.
It's time to be brave and bold.

I've taken enough of my precious time,
after all, It's just a Cold.

Oh well, the cough syrup is not true
Im bloody loving it.
It doesn’t make my cough any better
But I felt great
I felt like floating
My whole body goes numb
every single sound will send a shiver down my spine
I can feel the blood flowing in every single vein
and all I wanna do was sleep
Im fevered.
Im glad ; I still have half a bottle left.

The effect was still lingering in me
when I woke up this morning.
So that’s why I skipped work today.
Which was good because
Ms Fever visits again in the afternoon
and I spent the whole day sleeping again.

Sometimes it’s so good to be sick
Because you can just stay at home,
Sipping on lucozade while watching TV;
Or have a go on PS2 ; or anything you wanna do
And someone to fetch u food and drinks.

For me, this time
I hv no such privileges
He is no more here for me.
The memories of him taking care of me when I sick kept flashing back.
I saw him by my bedside with his hand clasping mine
And I woke up only to find darkness around me.

I sleep again, hoping to dream of him again
But instead I dreamt of me squeezing up all those damn pipes
those neverending pipes ;
The dreams I always have when I was sick.

T_T