Yesterday I called in sick and stayed home and slept the entire day away because I was still not getting better since my return from Hong Kong and my voice had been gone for a week.
My co-workers were also beginning to give me dirty looks each time I coughed and some blatantly tried to wave my germs away, most of them disbelieving that I could still turn up for work in the state that I was.
I won’t tell you how many times I was being begged to go home and rest.
So I did.
I got a call from the credit card company around noon- they had been trying to get me upgrade to a platinum card and had faxed me a pre-filled form, but I was so drugged out that I actually woke up and thought I was still in Hong Kong.
“Oh, but I am not in Singapore now…” I explained in all earnesty, much to her embarrassment.
“Oh! I’m so sorry… I will call you back again.”
It was only when I hung up and sat myself up that I realized that I was really in my room in Singapore, and Hong Kong was over and I was no longer in Edna’s room in Northpoint.
Sigh. He was right, Hong Kong was a dreamy state, but now it’s back to reality and I need to plant my feet on the ground and continue with what I had been doing before things happened.
I find it hard to tell you I find it hard to take When people run in circles It's a very, very Mad World