I am a married woman. And not quite well at the moment. An acquaintance from my mother-in-law’s social circle called a few days back and inquired about me. When she answered that I was unwell, Mr. X congratulated her and asked for mithai. I’ve been thinking, Mr. X’s grand-daughter is not keeping well these days either. She is a child of 3 years. Should I congratulate him on his grandchild’s sickness and ask for celebratory sweets too?
Unwell or not well, or not keeping well, or ill, or sick are words indicative of an unhealthy state of a person’s body/mind. Nowhere in the world are they indicative of pregnancy.
I am not about to have a baby. I am about to have medicines. And a lot of them.
I am to have medicines from the time I open my eyes, when I eat, after I have eaten and before I sleep. And these meds are huge. It takes a lot of water to gulp one down.
Ramit’s recently got me addicted to this new game on facebook. Its called Desktop Tower Defence. Its fun to install guns and towers that will kill all the “creeps” that keep coming in waves. I often dream that the meds I am pouring down my throat are like those powerful guns/missiles. Each pill looks like a giant bullet. I keep thinking they are going in and blasting the daylight out of those bloody bacilli infesting my body.
Perhaps I should eat some sweets myself, and celebrate that.
