6 days...

It should be the 6th day today.

6 days of May but also, 6 days of wallowing in the excruciating headaches, regurgitating after every meal and having multiple meds daily. I always thought to myself wow, I am really lucky. I haven't caught a major illness even being away from home for this many years. Now was the time, my time. Damn it, I have been diagnosed with Typhoid and as a bonus, multiple infections in my other organs.

It sucks even more because I had been behaving. I hadn't taken one step outside our flat, eating home cooked food, studying at my pace. This isn't like me on the norm. Sigh it makes me sad when I think about it. Like this pretty much happens to me my whole life. Me being careful about a thing is directly proportional to that same thing slamming a big 'Take that Numa, you can't outrun me!' on my face. God it irritates me so much. Ugh.

One thing that surprised me was th overwhelming concern I received during this period. I get a 'Numa, getting better?' text on th daily. I was starting to think I am popular. Kidding, haha If you are an abroad student away from your family, I swear friends are all you got man. I can vouch this for all abroad students. So if your Mom calls you up and be like 'Stop always going out with your friends and stay home', do not listen to her. Because it is these friends who will pick you up when you fall sick. Mom can't catch an immediate flight, can she? Thats right, priorities.

Why am I hella sarcastic today?