By the time I decided to see the doctor, it was already 4.30 p.m. and the usual clinics I patronised were closed. But I was really in no shape to drag it out further so I told my boss that I was going back and left the office.
Just before I reached home, I decided to make a quick detour aound the estate to see if there was any clinic opened and was lucky to spot one which closed at 6 p.m. The hub and Xian have both visited the clinic before, and I remember it being quite pricey (almost double of the fees I usually pay). But this time I was really in no shape to contemplate because my throat was inflamed and I couldn't even drink water let alone eat a proper meal.
Yes, I was rather desperate to get cured because as a lecturer, my voice is my key asset and I can't afford to lose it. I was given a dose of antibiotics and medication for my headache, throat and nose (the doctor reckons it's going to start) and he insisted that I take a day off from work to recuperate.
That's a laugh, really. Recuperate? At home? Ha!
For the record, I hate taking medical leave to stay home 'cos it's nearly impossible to take a breather with all the kids clamouring for my attention. And it's very convenient for the usual care-givers to park the responsibility back to me when I"m around without realising that the whole idea of being on medical leave means I'm supposed to rest.
So here I am, typing this entry on Zac my Mac while all 3 kids running berserk. Wei's raiding the cupboard and pulling out bottles of chicken essence, Wen's just asked me to help her pry open the piggy bank and Xian's getting into a tiff with MIL over breakfast.
*Sigh*
Mummy's gotta take on some mummy work now.
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