This week is suppose to be the busiest week to prepare for next week. Hence, it is suppose to be the most productive week.
On Monday night, it was as if there was a prick in my throat and the weather had suddenly gone from summer to winter. I told myself, "You'll be fine tomorrow if you sleep early tonight."
Got myself to bed by midnight after taking two tablets of paracetamol, hoping to feel better the next day. Much to my dismay, my body started shivering despite covering myself with three layers of clothing. The next morning, I felt demotivated and too tired to get out of bed.
I have classes from 9am to 5pm on Tuesdays.

N brought food for me and tried to cheer me up each time I get frustrated with myself for being sick. I can't thank him enough for his hospitality and support. I spent most of the remaining day bed ridden, hoping to recover tomorrow.

It is Wednesday today. I am still unwell. But I got my appetite back and can breathe better.

Hope, is not so bad afterall.