I’ve just recovered from chicken pox which had stayed with me for three weeks. Gosh, what an experience! It’s supposed to attack you when you’re a kid and never attack twice. But that’s not the way it is now. I even had to go to the doctor twice because the first medicine wouldn’t do me any good. It’s all over my body and head and face, I felt like a grenade, lol, because when I bumped into something I might explode. Thank God it’s over now. Well, not quite. I still have to deal with the scars all over my face and body. Time will heal.
I’ve never imagined of being away from work for three whole weeks and I was. It’s the longest ‘holiday’ I’ve ever had since school’s holiday. Honestly. I feel awful to give my responsibilities to my colleagues but there’s nothing I could do. What I always have in mind is there’s a good thing out of bad. I’d been so tired, my body and mind, and I think God always knows I really need a holiday. A long one.
Life consists of choices. I wonder why can’t I choose to have my own holiday whenever I want? Surely I can choose it? Yes, along with its risk. It always goes back to that. And it always goes back to what I really really want in life.
Having my own job with my own office hour in any place I want to be. Without the chicken pox, of course.
I should stick to that.
I really should.
