Sunday morning and I'm headed to the emergency because the matriarch needs IV fusion of antibiotics and I'm the chosen sufferer.
Not bad since there's also the prospects of tea, dispensed by a kindly lady at a cafe coffee day booth but I'm beginning to feel the fatigue of hospitals, which let me tell you are the unhealthiest places seeing how it's full of patients and one person undaunted in his cough brazenly went for the most terrifying fit right in front of my face as I shopped medications.
I haven't felt the same since. My throat feels dry and I feel feverish and though I have no fever I can't help but think that I might fall sick because of that one man.
Good news is that tomorrow I travel back to make the house proper for the patient and just the thought of being able to drink lemon water, hot tea and warm home cooked meals makes that terrifying prospect of being clubbed together with the matriarch look not so bad.
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