The last time I felt this sick was back in secondary school. The guys and I were ill for an entire month after staying over at one of their places. This time I’m entering my third week and I’m honestly not sure whether it’s getting better or worse. It feels like I’m coughing my lungs out, especially so when the chain’s long enough for me to want to vomit.
I’ve seen the doctor in camp but the medication ran out and it doesn’t feel any different. Guess I’ll see how it goes when I’m there again tomorrow morning. Reporting sick really isn’t something you’d want to do; it’s designed to make you want to go only when you feel like you’re about to die. Which is like now, haha.
Two weeks in and things feel different in a way. I wonder what two years would be like.
I’d write more but I’ve been sleeping for the better part of the day in hopes of enhancing the medicinal properties of my over-the-counter stuff but it didn’t really help, so now I’ve got to rush to get ready.
It’s sad that you can’t bring cameras there, especially when you get great opportunities for nice pictures of the sky. More so around the upcoming period of the year.
The moon really does stand out in the night.