I was in Las Vegas for three days, spending my waking hours walking, walking and walking around the Strip, braving the chilly weather (and the cigarette smoke) to enjoy the sights Vegas has to offer. I left Vegas Sunday noon and after a four-hour stopover in Los Angeles, I headed for Honolulu on a five and a half hour flight. Due to lack of sleep and exhaustion (and no thanks to the cigarette smoke I inhaled everywhere I go in Vegas), I have been feverish and lethargic and suffering from a nagging headache since I got home Sunday night. I wish I could just stay in bed and rest the whole week and lengthen my "vacation" but I have a lot of homework and reading assignments that I haven't done yet. I also have school and I cannot afford to miss a single class meeting.
It is in times like this, when I am sick and alone, that I miss home. I miss my mother who is the best nurse one could ever have. I miss my son. I miss our ever loyal helper. These are the people whom I can count on when I am physically (and emotionally) down. I miss the home-cooked meals prepared by our helper, the hugs and kisses of my son, the massages that I used to have.
Back home, all I have to do is ask (oftentimes, I don't even have to) and everything I need (like food, medicine) is prepared for me. Now, even if I feel lousy, I have to drag myself out of bed to cook, lest I starve. haha! Instead of getting a massage ( I MISS the body, back and scalp massage I used to have back home), I have to make do with Salonpas patch and a pain reliever. Being sick is not an excuse to be lazy. I have to get up and do the laundry and make sure the house is not in a mess.
Being sick is certainly NOT fun when you're away from home, away from loved ones.