Professionalism, A Fan, and Complete Bed Rest

Okay, the night before the big event, I was running a very high fever, yet I still had revise a powerpoint presentation. I recorded my voice on the computer at home so that I can skip doing that part during the event.

I arrived at the event venue at 12 noon. The airconditioner was not on yet, but I was shivering already. We had a few run throughs for the voice overs and the show director and over-all in charge of production decided that the voice recording I did at home was not feasible; that I should do the voicing live. So, I did.

I had a few errors. One major error was calling a Mister. a Miss... but that was not my fault. I confirmed my script and they said that the name was a Miss. How could I know? The name was in Japanese. Oh, well. Overall, I think i made just 3 mistakes. Pretty good since my voice was almost breaking. Imaging doing voice overs with a 39-40 degree celcius fever, shivering, and a sore throat.

That night, I became a tempra and strepsils addict.

Right in the middle of the show, a woman came up to me and started praising me and asking which company I work for. She said I was really good at doing the voice over. I was flattered but i couldn't talk to her because my next voice-over was coming up. Later that night, Miss May told me that she loved my voice so much... that if ever she gets married again, I should do the hosting. I, naturally, agreed :D

The show ended at 9pm or so. The whole staff was able to have dinner at around 11pm. Since I barely had lunch, I was supposed to have the appetite of a horse... but I didn't. All I had was a cup of chinese soup. I had lost my appetite because of the fever. I just went home and tried to get some sleep.

My fever was raging the next day. I had some soup, which I threw up because I was too acidic. I was miserable the whole day because complete bed rest was advised and I hate complete bed rest. I got a stiff neck doing nothing but lying all day.

Night time came... this is probably the best part of the day... my brother came home, brought me congee... My dad came, made sure I was comfortable... My mom gave me touch therapy... I became a spoiled kid.

My younger sister came in and noted that whenever she was sick she never got the kind of treatment that I got. That got me thinking... why would she say something like that.... Maybe my parents worry about me more because i'm the most independent in the family. They know that when i make any requests, it's because I cannot do it alone anymore... that when I'm sick and I tell them, that means I'm about to go to the hospital already.

As far as I can remember, I was the most sickly amongst my siblings. I was the most sensitive and vulnerable to things physical, emotional, psychological, spiritual, and paranormal. I guess that worry most about me because of those things... Maybe they think that i'll be gone from them before they even know it...

I've made a resolution, and I've asked God to help me in this... to be more patient with my dad... to try and be closer to him. I don't know how to do it... but we sort of had a conversation at lunch earlier. So that's kind of good.

I should stop blogging now and get back to complete bed rest. God help me heal soon because I can't stand more of this BORING BED REST