Unbelievable as it may seem, I’m sick again. Even my doctor just stared at me incredulously for a moment before breaking out in little giggles. She did however give me cough syrup, and Jeremy is right – there is a very high possibility that I will become one of those druggies who down a bottle in one shot. Not for the buzz, but because it just tastes SO GOOD. Mmm.
So anyway, my day consisted of waking up sick, going to the doctor, driving my mom around to run errands, and watching a lot of TV in a lazy haze of medicinal drowsiness. It was awesome. You know you’re jealous.
Speaking of errands that my mom ran, Indian people will never change. Ever. Today she basically had to pick up some cough medicine that my uncle had sent with his friend from India, and then drop it off to a friend, who is a doctor over here. Yes, you’re reading that right. The Singaporean doctor asked for medicine from the Indian doctor. I was secretly disappointed to discover that the package did not also contain masala and a sari or two.
Anyway, bedtime. I’ll update with a birthday wishlist soon, but for now, toodles!
