In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful.
There is a bug going around at the workplace. One by one, my men are dropping like flies, tossing in an MC for a day or two. I am attributing it to the weather; it has been rainy lately. I think we may be lined up for a wet October at this rate. I am also attributing it to slight paranoia perhaps. The number of new COVID-19 cases here in Singapore is predicted to be as high as 5000 daily. I do not know about you guys but I sure do not appreciate the way our minister commented on it. How I interpreted it was that this is the norm and we all gotta live with it.
I did not vote for this bunch. You guys did so live with it.
I digressed. But yeah, it may have been a psychological thing, you know, you believe you are sick because you keep hearing about how the people around you are falling ill.
But mostly, I believe, we are all falling sick because we are trying to do two to four people’s job at one single time. I know this for a fact because I am going through it at the workplace. That is why I have been grumpy but I really do not want to be so because I want to remain kind to all the poor souls who have to power through at work like me.
I have been having like the runs and I came home from work with a terribly sore throat yesterday and I was coughing so badly. Today, my head was super heavy. Probably from the stuffed nose and the irritated throat. I even felt a bit feverish.
But I forced myself to go out for a run today. I intended to run 1.6km in 13 minutes. But I ended up running 1.8km in 17 minutes instead. Yeah, I was slower. I was afraid of slipping while running on the wet ground. The rain poured when I wanted to head out at 4pm. I only managed to get out at 6.30pm after it has ceased for a while.
I am feeling better now although I know my body is tired. I was very sickly when I was a kid. I would have a fever and it never went away. One day, my family and I had to chase after the bus. I ran and after that, I felt a whole lot better. The fever went away immediately. Even my mum was surprised. So I figured, running is actually a good cure for my body. Please do not copy me! All of our bodies are different. Mine is just weird like that. I do not consume a lot of pills. I hate medicine. So maybe running just forces my body to go through some huge ventilation, you know, like opening all the windows of your house wide enough for the stale air to exit and fresh air to enter. I think that is how my body works. Any other person, maybe, if they run while they are sick, they will get sicker or just pass out. So please pay attention to your body and know it well.
My only problem in life is not drinking enough plain water.
I am listening to the work and jazz piano live radio I linked in the previous post while typing this post. The tunes are better this time compared to when I was doing the previous one. Lucky me. Hence a nice little post here.
I have my work cut out for me. I am not complaining. I am happy. But a girl can only shoulder so much difficulty. So I need to siphon out some parts of me that feel overhwlemed and because I do not really talk to people much, I do that by writing here. I have a huge work ego. I do not like admitting that I am struggling. I think that is why it is hard for me to ask for help. I keep believing that I can accomplish all the tasks but sometimes, it is just not humanly possible. Or sometimes, it is just not how God planned it for me.
I am definitely going through a vigorous work week now, both full-time and part-time.
I am going to keep on working hard and keep on taking care of my body.
And of course, stay insanely happy. 🙂
And Allah is Ar-Rahmaan, The Most Merciful. – MM
Metropolitan Muslimah 