i'm not a very sickly person. in fact, i don't fall ill often enough. not even as a child. i didn't fall ill too frequently... but whenever i did, it was usually something serious!
the last time i was unwell was....... okk... i don't remember d date. but i r'ber suruchi having picked me up from my PGs and taken me to her place! and i wasn't like really "unwell" that day. just high on cough syrup. i took quite a bit of it coz i thot i was "going to be" unwell. hehe. yeah, that was fun! more fun to see the intrigued look on her face. trying to figure out if i'm unwell, high or both! but i'm digressing...
i wasn't well the past few days. and for a change, it wasn't anything serious. THIS, i say now. u should've heard me two days back. i asked V if i would die. and what he'd do if i died. *he was wise wnuf to shut up on my questions* yeah, i'm very melodramatic, that ways. i think i'm going to die even if i get a headache. but then, i've never known what it's like to be normally unwell.
what i would LOVE to know is HOW this man manages to filter the melodrama from fact. coz honestly, i couldn't have managed alone yesterday. and that's when i realized how much i like being married. to him. that he was indeed the rite guy. coz only the right guy would come home early... much early from work when his wife, the drama queen, mails him saying "not feeling well. at all."
with my acting skills *as those of u who know me would nod in agreement* it's very difficult to ascertain when i'm feigning and when i'm serious. over mail, all the worse. but so far, in the one year six months that we've lived together, he has managed really well. wonder what gives me away every time!
and purely for my reference, at any future point in time, when i fall ill again. our conversation immediately after he came home and found me curled up on the couch.
me: i'm not well. at all.
v: what happened? *knowing fully well what had happened*
me: feeling queasy. head's throbbing real bad. feeling giddy when i stand up.
v: did u eat anything? *this coz i pestered him to disclose the location of the meds. i think he doesn't tell me coz he's scared i'll OD on them!*
me: don't feel like eating.
v: but u can't take any meds without food.
me: i can't eat. my head's hurting.
v: the food'll go in ur stomach. not ur head. *pause* unless, of course, ur digestive system's in ur head.
*longer pause. analysing d risk factor of pushing this NOW, when i'm not well enuf to kill him*
that wud also explain ur brains being in ur toes, wudn't it?
maybe that's y u don't like anyone touching ur head. who likes to be petted on their tummy!? hehehe...
yeah, he is d purrfect man for me!