Daisy’s Diary Pt. 1
My Dear Aunt,
It’s been a while since I’ve written to you. I’m sorry but I was caught up in a lot of things and I truly believe I’m at my worst right now.
It’s a long story but I’ll summarize:
- In September, I fell ill and my doctors couldn’t find out why. I had a swelling in the lymphnodes of my neck. Yeah, what’s a lymph node? I had never heard of that before! Anyways, I was admitted to a hospital for 8 days, and it was terrible, I couldn’t sleep or eat properly. They were giving me antibiotics, which upset my stomach, and worst of all,
- Remember aunt? I told you I had moved to India for a job. Well, because of my illness I had to take a lot of leaves and now I have none left. I can’t go home for Christmas, I’ve already decided to forget it. Anyways, after eight days of being in the hospital, they got my fever down, but the swelling still didn’t go away. This brings us to the next problem,
- I had consulted so many doctors and although they weren’t confident, they said it looks like there’s tuberculosis in my lymph nodes and I had to start the meds immediately and I did for a good twelve days and then I had a pizza, after that I was admitted into a hospital again. The doctors told me that the heavy meds were destroying my liver and me eating pizza hit the nail on the head — I was vomiting everything I ate after that and oh the terrible motions- so I was put on different meds for curing my liver.
- Now that I’m taking liver meds, I’m not taking tuberculosis meds and I had a biopsy recently to confirm if it’s indeed tuberculosis!!!!! You see, how I’ve circled back to where I started. But man, the biopsy was painful, I couldn’t move my neck and my back was hurting but I somehow endured twenty minutes of torture, and honestly I feel very very low. I’m really unhappy for my parents who were with me all this time and they had to go through all this. I’m really feeling down, I’ve given up on everything. I have no plans for the future. I’m not looking forward to anything and future events like birthdays and weddings of loved ones seriously scare me now because I have no faith if I’ll be able to make it and do anything of value for them.
- Coming to the work front, I’ve exhausted all my leaves and even had to go a week without pay when I was recovering from my liver problem. Since this job is my only source of income, I’m already scared about my future because I’m really not preparing for a new one and honestly I hope the current one doesn’t sack me because of my illness.
I really wish I was healthy again. Well, I’m getting back to office — I can’t afford LOP anymore — I hope I recover soon.
Yours truly,
Daisy
My Dearest Daisy,
It hurts my heart to see you in such pain and I’m truly sorry that you are going through all of this but I wish you wouldn’t give up on yourself. I know it feels hopeless and helpless and you feel like you are all alone but I’m with you always.
I have understood all the problems you are going through and I just want to tell you that being sick isn’t the end of the world. You are a warrior and like all warriors I want you to be strong.
Even if you feel like there’s nothing you can do, there is always something you can.
I want you to ponder about your sleep. How many hours of sleep do you get? Do you think it’s enough? Do you wake up abruptly? Do you sleep well? I want you to note down everything about your sleep for the next few days and let me know.
You said you had a liver problem so tell me about your diet right now. Are you eating healthy? I want you to note down everything you eat and send it to me.
I’m a bit concerned that you are going back to work, I hope they give you work from home until you recover completely and yes, my dear, getting back to work after a long time can be stressful so I want you to take things slow 🐌
See, no one is born knowing how to balance work and life, it’s something you have to learn and now that you are in such a situation, I want you to prioritize health over work. So, I want you to come up with a routine and show me how many hours you are spending on working and how many on resting. We can work on it together.
I’m eagerly waiting for your letter.
Love you.
Yours,
Miss Marple.
