Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Last week, on the eve of Deepavali, I fell ill.
Terribly ill. I was puking non stop and felt too weak to walk. I knew I had to see the doctor but also knew I had to come back to work right after. Yes, we're such a small team that if one of us were bleeding from the mouth, we would still have to finish our work FIRST before seeking treatment.
Yes, harsh but true.
So, anyways, I logged on MSN to ask TheP where the nearest clinic was, and she replied me instantly and asked why I was looking for one, to which I told her.
Upon hearing my plight, TheP insisted that I leave work immediately to go see the doc and I refused. She then KEPT insisting every 3 seconds that I leave then, and I kept refusing.
Finally, I decided to trudge all the way to IP & beyond to see the damn doc and get medication. When I left, I gave TheP a ring just to let her know so she won't worry. Then, as I was reaching, she called me to ask where I was and said she was waiting for me at the foot of her building to accompany me to the clinic.
I admit. I.was.deeply.touched.
So, we walked and she waited till it was my turn to see the doc before leaving for lunch. This whole entry is because I'm deeply appreciative of TheP's concern. It may be a small gesture but it did mean so much.
Thanks Prisses. You.is.the.bestest.
I shall slather you with kisses the next time I see you...
Wendy darling, thank you too..for what you sent me on Deepavali. It was so so sweet. I loves you many.
Ok, I promise... I shall now stop being so gay.
Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala.
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