Falling ill is quite possibly one of the worst things about living alone abroad. It’s during these times where you will feel absolutely sorry for yourself, thinking you’re the most pathetic being in the world, nevermind the fact that there are probably two billion starving people in this world and another three billion who don’t have access to proper healthcare like you do in a developed country.

It’s just hard. You feel like crap after having thrown up the night before, you’re sounding like there’s a huge frog in your throat, and the nose is stuffed up. Add that to the fact that some things have been getting you down emotionally of late and it’s just a double whammy of physical and emotional pain.

And yet, the clothes still need to be washed and hung. The floor still needs to be mopped. The flat still needs to be wiped. The toilets still need to be cleaned. I don’t hire a part-time maid so I had to drag myself up this morning to get all these done.

I need some TLC from my mummy. *Sob*