Sigh. Yes, I did get the flu. Like every damn time, during every damn visit, I got the flu.

But this bug was not your ordinary pesky devil. He was strong and persistent, and refused to budge for 10 days. And just when I sighed in relief, the demon reappeared to take over my life for another two days.

What happens when I get flu? I sneeze my lungs out, ever cough scratches my throat further, headache makes it impossible to look straight and watery eyes make sure I am bat-blind. This time, it took away my appetite as well. I never lose my appetite – I am an emotional eater. When going gets tough, I run towards the refrigerator. But this time, I couldn’t eat anything solid for seven days. Yes, it was a nightmare and a half.

While I was in Karachi, I had family to wait on me and take care of me. When I came back, it was an empty house and my less-than-capable self. I lived off Manchow Soup from Nom Nom, and bananas. Also, I looked like a train wreck. I was called a Rudolph, my nose was that red, before it started peeling in the most unbecoming fashion. Sick, lonely and ugly – do you blame me for being depressed?

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Anyway – I am on a mend now, so yeayy! I missed my family and the little one we have now to moon and back. It is one of those things that I have always taken for granted, only to realise at this point in my life how daft I was. They are all that matter, the only people who would stand by and take care. So value them, and love them.

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