I cannot decide whether term time or holidays are better this year. It seems that I have more time on my hands during the term, as compared to the holidays.
I returned home for the weekend after 3 consecutive nights of fever, sore-throat, cough and runny nose. Floorball camp took place from Thursday till Saturday, but I skipped today's training because I was supposed to go for hockey pitch training. Then again, whatever training I planned to go was all futile because of the Runaway Nose and the Cough-that-didn't-allow-me-to-sleep-the-night-before. Oh, not to mention a horrible fever the night before.
So well, if she was to know that, perhaps she wouldn't be so quick as to judge me.
Still, I am sorry. I understand the pressure one has to go through as a leader, a teacher, a coach, a captain, a friend.
Oh, and floorball camp. The mind was (finally) willing, the body was not. Jumping into trainings everyday right after exams (when I had zero exercise) was truely punishing to my body.
Friday night was a nightmare. I never dreaded aircon so much, I yearned the cool refreshing air on my face as I stumbled out of Blue Oyster halfway through. The back of my throat tasted bile, I fought against the uncontrollable lurch in my insides. I was warm, I was cold; both at the same time.
At last. "Lights out."
His nose was an icicle to my burning cheeks, his motions a blur to my half-slits. I was the heater for tonight, yet there was a need for a comforter because I felt so cold. I barely remembered the night, save for his hands holding the cup of water, the herbal soothing molten liquid, his fingers pressing out a Panadol pill.
All was so short. Just like the past 2 weeks. I woke up to my coughs, and an empty chair.
At least, I had a great Thursday training.
4 more days. I can't wait. =)
And a week more to Thailand. After which it will be a week of not seeing you at all.
It will be Christmas by then.
Time flies. Too fast.
I returned home for the weekend after 3 consecutive nights of fever, sore-throat, cough and runny nose. Floorball camp took place from Thursday till Saturday, but I skipped today's training because I was supposed to go for hockey pitch training. Then again, whatever training I planned to go was all futile because of the Runaway Nose and the Cough-that-didn't-allow-me-to-sleep-the-night-before. Oh, not to mention a horrible fever the night before.
So well, if she was to know that, perhaps she wouldn't be so quick as to judge me.
Still, I am sorry. I understand the pressure one has to go through as a leader, a teacher, a coach, a captain, a friend.
Oh, and floorball camp. The mind was (finally) willing, the body was not. Jumping into trainings everyday right after exams (when I had zero exercise) was truely punishing to my body.
Friday night was a nightmare. I never dreaded aircon so much, I yearned the cool refreshing air on my face as I stumbled out of Blue Oyster halfway through. The back of my throat tasted bile, I fought against the uncontrollable lurch in my insides. I was warm, I was cold; both at the same time.
At last. "Lights out."
His nose was an icicle to my burning cheeks, his motions a blur to my half-slits. I was the heater for tonight, yet there was a need for a comforter because I felt so cold. I barely remembered the night, save for his hands holding the cup of water, the herbal soothing molten liquid, his fingers pressing out a Panadol pill.
All was so short. Just like the past 2 weeks. I woke up to my coughs, and an empty chair.
At least, I had a great Thursday training.
4 more days. I can't wait. =)
And a week more to Thailand. After which it will be a week of not seeing you at all.
It will be Christmas by then.
Time flies. Too fast.