If you have been stalking my Facebook profile, you would have noticed that I've been sick. And if you have known me for years, you would have realised that I, being sick, would suffer horribly for weeks before I even start to recover. But thank God. For 21 years living in my frail body, I finally come to my senses and do things a bit differently.
Usually when I'd fallen sick, I would rest at home, take traditional medicine and wait for days before I seek the doctor while hoping my body could shake off the illness. The rationale was that pills, tablets and syrups would so weaken my body that I could barely eat. Besides, almost every visit to the doctor had ended up on the hospital bed. However, this upcoming month of August is a precious one. So when I felt that dryness in my throat on last Wednesday evening, I knew I had to act.
The next 31 days is a period when I need to spend quality time with my family and friends before being separated by long distances from September onwards. On top of that, I have to prepare enrolment prerequisites - certs, documents and body check-up - before I wheel into Universiti Malaya on registration day. Hence, when my white blood cells were still standing on that evening, I decided to summon the killers to assist me. I called them immediately, praying that they would complement my fragile defence.
After battling for 120 hours, with the aid of Antibiotic, Panadol, Mucosolvan and Zrytec, my body is on the brink of victory. But merely the defence of my immune system and those microscopic killers couldn't have won the war. It's the love, care and prayer from my family and friends, the very people my enemy was preventing me to spend time with, that has put me back in good stead. My voice still sounds different. So killers, off with their heads!
I must strongly emphasise that the above status DID NOT happen. Nobody had nagged till I was sick to death of it. I came across this bible verse (Judges 16:16) during my daily devotion and just posted it up for fun. The fact that I was sick