I'm disgusted.

Don't read this if you expect a nice post, I'm sick.(Literally, I mean.)
I was a very healthy baby. I almost never cried, saving up all the whining for this blog; I never had croup, or measles, or chicken pox, or wooping cough, or mumps, or even the common cold or a stomach upset. And if I threw up on someone, it was only my way of protesting about the person, while sacrificing my dignity as befits a martyr. And while other people had fevers and things and didn't come to school, i didn't come as well, but instead of lying on a bed, had fun at home. I was tiny and scrawny, but I had and have this wowie of an immune system. And did I mention the invulnerable stomach of steel?

So when I had this accelerated heartbeat in 5th grade, I naturally thought it was some cute boy next door and this must be my first crush, and that's why they call it a crush. So when the doctor met us gravely I didn't think much of it (they always look grave or weirdly, falsely cheerful); that is, until he said I had SupraventricularTachychardia.(Yup, I couldn't pronounce it either.) It was an extra impulse or something in the heart, not very painful, just a sort of dhak-dhak like the heroines' dils, and then they got it zapped in Delhi so it was all right and my people were pretty relieved.It was over, they thought.

You guessed it. Not by far, it wasn't. I went on being healthy as hell and eating anything I could get my hands on and not looking noticeably the worse for it. And then in class 7 or so, at a time when I'd had nothing but home cooked food (cooked by shubu mashi who was new then and I hadn't got used to her grotesquesness-look at the earlier post for details) for a long time, down I come with ParaTyphoid, and just when they think it's licked, i get it AGAIN. And they can't even blame it on phuchkas.

Yeah, there's more. In 9th grade, the night before the Maths exam, I wake up with this raging fever. So I don't give the exams, and the doctor can't figure out what's wrong, so he decides it's dengue( which was conveniently doing the rounds just then) and i have this nice long holiday for about a month, and no exam to boot.Parents did get a scare, though.

And that brings me to a few days ago, just before Milaap the SPICMACAY fest, when, after a long time of no diseases or discomforts whatsoever (I should have known a malevolent providence was saving it up for a big one, I didn't even get a cold or an upset), I get a sore throat and the CMRI doctor takes one look at it and says:"You, my Young Lady, have got Acute Pharyngo-Tonsillitis." Which basically means Pharyngitis and tonsillitis together. Ow.

Yes, I'm okay now. And no, it doesn't hurt that much. And thank you for asking.But I think I'd take a cold once in a month instead of these nasty surprises they keep choosing ME to play on.