Sick City

Sick City (Week 7)

I was sick.

It might be that easy to say but, oh well, I was one hell of a sick bunny curled up in a ball with my dolphin blanket wrapped around me. I was sick and I was absent for three days. Yup, the absence that I only planned was one day, so that I will be able to go to LPU and have our panel’s certification signed by our panellists. However, the winds of January must have realized how poor little Irish could be for getting little to no vacation at all this December 2016. “So, why blow the winds to her room and give her chills, or maybe a bit colder than anyone else might be receiving so that she’ll get sick and will have to go on leave for two more days.” Said the wind, and so it did. Tuesday I woke up with the shittiest sore throat I ever had, and once I was in LPU, I thought I was going to collapse any moment. Thank goodness, despite the cold winds of January playing with my poor immune system, it gave a very good mood to our panellists, so we had our certifications signed right away, and our paper submitted to the grammarian the next day.

But once I was at home, dang, I turned into a ball and lay down on my bed. If I could only hold into my inner body, I would’ve held it, whatever was hurting. It was annoying, every single time that I get a flu. Also, how considerate can the cold winds be, when flu hit me in the months of my internship, where I needed not to get sick the most. Ugh. Now, I was glued up with more and more H2Os and vitamin Cs, to keep my immune system strong against the sold weather.

Actually, despite me being grumpy when I was sick –wait, I still am! –I realized a lot of things, looking back to when my father was still working:

First, once you already have the capability to earn money, you will strive hard to keep yourself healthy ad to never get sick. Once you feel like you are soon going to be, you start to run into medicines or shenanigans that would help you feel normal like ever. Like, in my case, the first thing in the morning I felt it, I immediately drank warm water, and even apple cider vinegar mixed with honey diluted in hot water! But the sore throat was stronger, it won me over for a three-straight days kind of date. Boo. But, once you are working, your employer will not let you off, for you will have a health insurance where they will pay a part of the amount of the medicine you bought for you, and at most cases, even your beneficiaries. How awesome is that? I was once a beneficiary of my father, and I even have this health that I show the hospital when I have my check up. Very, very useful.

Second, you can’t easily get away with your work, especially when you’re this engrossed and in love with your work. This may be the reason why a lot get sick in work. Some no longer get the chance to take care of themselves because they are too engrossed with work. When my father turned 59, we were so astonished to know that he had a cervical spondylosis, which was also called neck arthritis, is case that affects your joints and neck. It develops a wear and tear of the cartilage and bones found in your cervical spine, which is in your neck. Now, if you don’t do something about it, it may lead into serious cases that goes into paralysis, since this is your spine, which is connected to the spinal cord, that is a nerve that sends signals to your brain. The reason behind him getting it is because of overwork, and that he never left his computer. This is why people who do their work in front of computers must exercise or even walk every now and then to prevent such cases. Then again, the health insurance was a huge help to finance my father’s operation!

Omg, so, I am starting to feel like this blog post is me loving the health insurance so much, knowing that I am now a sick bunny most of the time. L

Well, last, but definitely not the least, I realized how hard it was for my father to earn money, to finance our needs, and even wants. Most of the time he was sick, and we weren’t really trying to make such an effort to take good care of him even in his days off, not knowing that despite the symptoms of his previous illness, he was still working, because he had to earn for us. He had to endure such pain just to become the bread winner, and just to be able to make us feel like we are never lacking of anything in the household.

To everyone, not only my parents, to everyone who has been working hard for their loved ones, no matter how easy or hard your work is, I salute you all for being such brave people to work even in your darkest times, but always do remember that you may think you are invincible, but your body isn’t. Always take a good rest after a job well done.