I hate being ill. Hate, hate, hate being ill. All’s fine and well in my world until Saturday afternoon when my hangover turned into a fever. Sunday came and boom, I suddenly had the flu. It’s only until now that I’ve started to feel signs of recovery. I haven’t been out of my apartment in four days — which means more than a dozen meetings and appointments cancelled and errands pushed into the back-burner.

What I hated the most is being ill ALONE in a foreign country. Sure, I, have my own apartment, I’m on my own bed, etc. but my boyfriend is in Europe, my family is in Asia, and my best of friends are all over the place, California, Philippines, etc. It sucks being away from the people who matter to you the most. It’s the first time I’ve been ill alone with no one to help to get medicine, food or have someone physically beside me to get care. It’s a horrible, horrible feeling. When I instagrammed a photo of the meds I’m taking, the first person to email me was mom. A handful of people (god bless their souls) offered to swing by but I’d rather not have them see me in my own personal state of calamity.

In any case, thank god for modern conveniences… I ordered over the counter medications and food via a delivery service, then there’s Skype, and of course, Netflix… I’m on survival mode. I hope I feel much better tomorrow because bitch, there’s this thing coming up called CHRISTMAS and I need to be ready for it.

That’s all.

Bryanboy in the West Village
Bryanboy walking around Greenwich Village
Do not feed the pigeons