ANDARIEL IN LIFE

I was finally defeated by the Chicky Poxies* on the 8th May 2007. I always grew up thinking that I must be one of the lucky souls on this crowded planet who was overlooked by the Chicky Poxy angel and allowed to live on this good Earth Pox free. Yeah right! My darkest nightmare came through the moment these words were mouthed by Dr Danny Lee; "It is chicken pox." I was not sure how to react, so in that tense moment, I managed to cough out what sounded like a chuckle; although I didn't think that a chuckle or a giggle or a quiet laugh would be in any ways appropriate. I revealed the bright red boils that were fighting to occupy whatever little space there was on my slim frame. Dr Lee could not get his eyes off from my body, no...no I didn't think it was my body, it was the whole sight of these irritable poxies!! He mentioned that the chances of contracting a full-blown chicken pox grew with age. Thank goodness that I got it at this age. Imagine what could happen should I get it when I'm at the ripe old age of say...50?! So I was prescribed the notoriously famous Poxy pills and given a bottle of Calamine lotion to help me get over the itchiness of the boils. And not forgetting an MC, giving me entitlement to 8 days of pure bliss at home; away from work... NOT!

The poxies were in a way scaring the daylights out of me. It was everywhere. My face, head, neck, back, my chest and abdomen, my tight butts and legs. It was totally scary. Not to mention causing me difficulties in lying and sitting comfortably. For fear that I might burst the premature boils, that will definitely cause mayhem on my skin! I was also down with a fever that perpetually stayed at 39 C. I was feeling itchy all over. I was shivering from the inside. My joints were aching. And so were every single boils on my already frail body. I thought the pain was never going away. Sitting up was a challenge in itself. Oh, did I mention that I had boils in my throat and mouth that turned into ulcers. I lost interest in food. And all I did was to eat that confounded pills every four hours, 5 times a day. Somebody seriously wanted to see me suffer. My god. Not to mention that I still had to ensure that the work back in school were completed, that my classes were taken care of. Sigh. I didn't think I did a good job in that. I was not even around when the dancers performed for Institute Day. I felt totally helpless. I had to rely then on other people which I don't enjoy doing one bit. For that, I was more determined than ever to come back to work. Today is Day 10 of my poxies attack, which also means I have spent the last 10 days at HOME! It was...refreshing to be doing that. Actually, minus all the scratching and aching, the 10 days were well spent. With Mommy and Mr Computer. As it is, I managed to also generate the economy right in the comfort of my room. I bought 3 beautiful tops online. I received one of the tops via registered mail today. I always surprise myself with my ability to do all these weird things. Hahaha. I will be back at work on Monday, the evil beings ain't going to be all smiles when they see me back in school. Take that!