I woke up to head to work today, just like yesterday.

Just as I washed up, and about to change, I made a mad dash to the loo, and just as I sat on the throne, a wave of nausea overwhelmed me.

By the time I was done, I was cold sweating and my legs were weak.

Okay. Work from home then.

That was perhaps the smartest choice I did today, cos subsequently, I made another 2 dashes to the loo in the span of half an hour.

Imagine me having to do that in peak hour human traffic. On the train. Not. Funny. At. All.

I hesitated to take the Lomotil, but the frequent trips to the loo had weakened me a tad too much.

Wrong move! Cos I started to have excruciating tummyaches, and was rolling about in the bed, as I replied emails. It was damn pain lah, and I was cold-sweating non-stop.

It seems like this bout of stomach flu is darn stubborn, and has no intention of sparing me a break.

I have not showered for 2 days. Wahahahaha. Cos the fever made me too scared of the cold, and I am feeling too weak to even raise my arms.

I feel miserable. *sulks*

I can’t even read cos the book proves to be too heavy.

I will try to blog later.

Did I mention I lost 2kg already?