On the Warning Signs

It's coming back again.

I woke up with a sore neck. I thought my sternocleidomastoid muscles on my right neck was inflammed or something, but only to learn that I've got a lymphadenopathy along the cervical chain. This only means one thing.

I'm falling sick again.

Damn.

I was in the clinic this afternoon, and the longer I stayed the colder I feel. My hands were cold, I was almost shivering. And the stomach is twisting and churning, like how it always do when I'm exposed to cold. Damn.

I went back to hostel, pondering whether I should cancel off the dinner meeting with the soulmate. But in the end, I went out anyways, only to clad in one of the jackets. I arrived at the kopitiam, only to have him said, "no fever wat." after he tested the back of his palm on my forehead. *sweat*

My throat was injected, the tonsils on the right was inflammed. I have yet to start coughing, but swallowing is starting to pain. I have yet to start fever, but I'm feeling cold. My muscles are not aching yet, but if I don't take early precautions, I might ended up bed-ridden for the next 2 days or so. Damn. Another bouts of upper respiratory tract infections.

But I guess I have only myself to blame for not taking care of myself. Must've gotten it from the dehydrated weekend getaway to Penang.