Last Thursday was my second food poisoning of this year! The first one happened on the first day of this Lunar year.
This time, I had to deal with it all on my own. I started to feel sick near midnight following the common symptoms – diarrhoea and nausea. My stomach was cramped throughout the whole night, so much so that I was unable to sleep well. There was a sense of deja vu but without having Alex around for comfort or to get a glass of water at any time. There were moments when I questioned myself for deciding to stay here all alone. I went to the kitchen at 4am and was glad to find one last pack of medicine among all the expired ones.
I was still feeling rather weak the next morning and reluctantly called in sick. Calling in sick to work is necessary and normal for someone is really not feeling well, but the self-conscious-me always feel very guilty for doing so. I did it anyway.
With the fridge empty (as I was supposed to restock it after work if I have been to the office), the only meal I could prepare was a plate of spicy pesto spaghetti with pancetta and broccoli. On second thought, I shouldn’t give my stomach a hard time, so I dragged myself to the local supermarket for some fresh ingredients to make myself a bowl of chicken and carrot congee for that day.
So, this is the joy of living alone. I am glad I managed and survived, as if I have any choice..