Recovering

I'm blogging from home on a Monday afternoon because my bosses wouldn't let me report to work today. Over the weekend, I caught a monster cold... or more accurately, a monster cold snuck up from behind and caught me while I was busy flitting around like a social butterfly. Friday night I had dinner with my high school barkada, our annual Thanksgiving dinner which we turned into a surprise baby shower for 8-months pregnant Vina, who is carrying our first barkada baby. Saturday I met someone for lunch, then went to Greenmeadows to fit my gown for Bel's wedding in December. My painfully PINK gown (it's a testament to how much I love Bel that I would put on pink for her). After that, I went to the Podium to meet up with my LM girls Ria and Pia for merienda at Cafe Breton, and we were also joined by Juls, who happened to be in the area with her mom. Then Ria drove me back to Greenhills (one of the more memorable car rides I've taken in a while ;p), so I could have dinner with my sister and dad at My Angels' Kitchen, and coffee at UCC afterwards. When I woke up on Sunday, I was feeling as stuffed up as the odd assortment of stuffed animals lying beside me. I spent the day watching TV and napping, but by evening I was running a low fever which could not escape my mom's palm, which, i have learned over the years, is more accurate than any clinical thermometer.

And so here I am, stuck at home in my PJs, with The Man in the Iron Mask on AXN in the background for company (it just dawned on me now that Peter Saarsgard plays John Malkovich's son, which I find so apt since they speak in the same eerily oily, almost-monotonous voice). I have lost count of how many glasses of warm water I've taken, or how many vitamin C tablets I've popped, or how many pieces of Kleenex I've condemned to a rather gross and... sticky end. I just hope I'll be better by tomorrow because I'm attending a brainstorming meeting with some of my high school batchmates, in preparation for our 10th graduation anniversary reunion next year. I haven't seen some of these people in 9 years, and I don't want to show up all phlegmy and runny-nosed. Not exactly a great way to present myself and show how far I've come along since high school. =j

Now you'll have to excuse me while I go in search of some more Kleenex.