Finally! After wringing off about several liters of sweat and shedding some kilos of unwanted 'muscles', I managed to peek at the mirror and think I saw a slimmer and still-not-fitter me. Honestly! The reflection in the mirror was something I could not recognise initially - it was slim and quite macho looking, that for a moment I thought I was looking at a figure of some Scottish Highlander complete with a sarong! Oops! Highlanders wear kilts and not sarong, pardon me. And, well, since I have not shaved for the past 2 days, I almost did not recognise myself. You would excuse a blurry-eyed guy who is on the road to recovery after a heavy bout of fever (and with a wee bit of exaggeration thrown in), wouldn't you? But honestly, it has been a horrible week!
The fever began on Monday night. Somehow I knew it would come when I managed to beat the fever's first charge about a week or so earlier, it will always come galloping back at full charge and knock me out for good! And for the whole of Tuesday night and Wednesday, I laid on the sofa like a boxer out for the count - the fever already had me pinned down, but the medicines, they were like some heavyweight wrestler crashing down on me from the top ropes! I, was like bazooka-ed! And after nearly 24hours of being unconscious, I finally managed to wave the white flag to the fever for a truce. Yup, its still there somewhere in my body. Hopefully, it will go away by tomorrow, insyAllah.
For now, its time for me to pick up on the news of the world...and my friends.
Oh, I now have a voice even Rod Steward would die for. Hmm...now, if only I can sing.