'Oh! That hurt me, you Moron!' He said in a fit of rage and smacked him on the face. How was Shinnok, the evil, to stay behind! He also delivered a powerful blow. The next moment, they were in a fierce fight, with Raiden sending the Bolts of Lightning over Shinnok who used his amulet to create a protective shield and then, summoned a fiend to grab and throw away Raiden. The God of Thunder, Raiden effectively utilised his Teleporting skills and all of a sudden, both stop combating in the arena of Mortal Kombat and start looking at each other in bewilderment. A certain sound had started growing louder.
He had to get up to open the gates for his maid. All the scenes in his head evaporated as he set off with his morning ablutions. Got his lunch packed and set off for office.
That was like four days from today.
Today, He acknowledged no knocks. He had no scenes in his mind when he got up, only mild vertigo and dizziness. He recollected that this was another thursday and he had been ILL for some five days now. He had been suffering from acute nasal congestion and infection spreading in his forehead and sinus,resulting in raised mercury levels daily.
His body had refused to get up to reach the bathroom. Somehow, as he created another patch of mess on the handkerchief which had been soiled for so many days, the dried patches of older mess forming a surface for receiving another dose, he realised he hadn't been washed for six days now.As he lifted his arm to get the thermometer placed cleverly with medicines, thermos flask and hot water bottle amid other useful things, he felt the muddle he had been in, the whole night. The nasal drops that he had put in last night and had forgotten to put the cap on, had been all spilled on his bed. He lowered his quilt, peeked his head up and found the whole room in a mess, with clothes and the towel set out for drying on the chair, medicines, bottles, cup of boiled-then-cold-now milk, clock, opened bread pack, bournvita, sauce as though a whole kitchen had grown onto his table.
Irritated and frustrated at this dingy room,he got up and reached the kitchen. Maid had not come today and all the utensils were in the sink. Some of the utensils had been placed on the floor with all the fruit and vegetable peelings and leftovers. He could not see a single utensil for warming water for drinking.
He could not think of anything else except Crying.
Today was the day, he remembered his mother the most.
He wished to quit his job, his high paying job that he had worked so hard for, toiled laboriously on long chilly winter nights to clear all his programming concepts for cracking the interviews.
But soon, reason prevailed. He gathered all the strength that was left in him, grabbed the scotch brite and started washing the utensils. Finally, he warmed the water and then had food and medicines. He even cleaned his room before falling on the bed again.
Being Ill as a single person is hard. Please Respect that! :p
And, yes this post doesn't have any Bill! The only Bill I see is of medicines, that also escalating with prolonged illness. :p
