Ah, what fun it is to be sick. I've been battling a multitude of Japanese illnesses since Sunday, and it's leaving my body incredibly exhausted. I don't know what kind of instruction set these Asian viruses have in their DNA, but it's insanely strong, whatever it is.
Saturday night the first sympoms appeared, where my throat was a little scratchy after getting home and I was developing a little bit of a headache, which is nothing new. The next morning was awful, and I had difficulty eating and even getting out of bed. Luckily, Reiko was there to take care of me, but it really put a dent into our Sunday plans. Monday I had to call in sick to work, and Tuesday was also written off. Not wanting to miss too much work, I forced myself to go in on Wednesday and was greeted with a lovely deep voice that required way too much energy to use. On top of that, I was having a problem with saying vowels and they would often disappear into a squeak. Although Reiko asked if I would take Thursday off, I said that I would go in. I have a few responsibilities to some students and I had made a promise to never miss a particular person's lesson. Unfortunately, I had already missed the Tuesday class with them, so I could not miss the next. On the way to the office, I managed to get my voice to work relatively decently, even though it was quite a bit lower than normal. That said, 10 minutes into the 3-hour conversation, my voice started to disappear again. By the end of the day, it was almost completely gone.
So it came as no surprise when, last night, I started coughing uncontrollably. The throat had been stripped almost raw, and now I was succeptable to any infection that might find its way past the double-protection of my scarf and face mask. Getting to sleep was a bit of a chore, and I managed to wake everyone in the house while I was at it. Luckily, both Reiko and her mother are quite skilled when it comes to medicine and what to do, so they looked after me. Of course, I would have preferred if they didn't have to wake up and take care of me, a grown man.
Now, today, we went to the hospital again and had a bunch of things checked. It looks like I'll live, which is a good thing, and that I'm in the final stages of the Flu/Cold/Whatever-Else. I can't wait to feel healthy again … I feed bad not only for Reiko and her family, but also for my co-workers. I'm still rather new at this place, but have had to take 3 days off already. The worst part about this is that it makes me look unreliable.
Alright, on that note, I think I'll take a short nap. This doesn't seem to be making much sense on the re-read, so perhaps I'll update it a little later.
Being sick sucks.