Take me away,

to better days. Where standing on a weighing scale was not a torturous thing to do. Because i start to fear when the needle painstakingly strikes the four-oh. How could it possible that in a matter of a week i managed to lose 3 kg? Then, the only ones left to blame would be the fever, cough, runny nose and sore throat. 

Everything which i consumed for the past couple of days, would be out of my digestive system, via the mouth in a snap of a finger. The same goes for chilled drinks. Even when i thought that perhaps, a bowl of chicken porridge and  a glass of teh tarik could conjure up the impossible, boy was i wrong. You do not have to be imaginative to guess how the outcome was. 

My figure, not that it was stunning to begin with, has been constantly devoured by the virus within me. Now, i am just a stick figurine. All that remains are bones, jutting out from odd places. 

I have heard so much from my friends about how much weight they are trying to shed off by dieting or hitting the gyms regularly, but to no avail. Then they would come up to me and ask what is the secret behind my slim and petite figure.  My tart reply, something along this line "I was born like this." As much as they desire to lose a couple of kilograms, here i am begging for a reverse of liposuction (if there ever was one) to be done on me.

For now, i choose to deal with this handicap day by day. Pills after pills, to find myself falling asleep in a state of drowsiness. Tomorrow marks the 23rd. In a month's time, we would be deliriously happy celebrating our 4 years anniversary. But that will be  another story altogether.

Get well soon, Nilam.