FALLING SICK IS ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE! To be more precise, LAST NIGHT was ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE. It was at about 8pm after a shower that I was getting that freezing-although-I'm-burning sensation. Afraid that I would get a fever, I immediately went to bed with a blankie wrapped around me. (I was feeling cold, to heck with the burning-on-the-inside part) Unfortunately, I woke up later at about 9.30pm to feeling like I was on fire- except I wouldn't really know how that feels like, would I?- and my head HURT, as if i was

a) rammed into the wall a few times (no wait, I don't know how this feels either)

b) shot in the head (nah, definitely have no idea what this feels like, I'm too nice to be shot at)

c)having a migrane (actually, I don't know this either... argh, I GIVE UP, you get my point!)

The two hankies that my granma soaks in ice water had to be replaced in less than a minute. Everytime I placed one on my head, it hurt even more. When I checked my temperature, the thermometer read 39.29 degrees! I was still freezing half to death at the same time. What made it worse was that everyone in the house wanted to watch their tv shows and Mum & Dad were out, so I was pretty much left alone.

Let me tell you, feeling all alone when I was that sick SUCKED. (maybe because i'm spoiled brat too) My head hurt so bad that I just squatted on the floor (lying down felt worse) and I was burning so much that I got desperate. Plus, God didn't seem to be listening to me. So what did I do? From just praying to God, I cried out to Him - out loud. I really cried, hot tears pouring down my cheeks. (which turned out to be a good thing) Then only when I was about done crying did my granma appear to give me my meds and etc. Mum and Dad also opened the front door. WOOT.

Mum gave me a couple of pills and water to help me "sweat it out" as some would call it and turned on the fan. The blankie was set aside so I would be kept cool. I thought this to be kinda ironic, but nevermind.

Then came the highlight of it all, my granma insisted on doing what I would now call "egg therapy". I nodded my head (I was still squatting on the floor) though I was kinda worried, because all I remember was that I hated it after she did it when I was 8 years old. Since I couldn't remember the reason, I thought why not? It was a good thing I let her! It felt like a mud facial + body massage. It was even better because my nose was too blocked to smell the stench -which Rach claimed she could smell from outside the room. After that, I fell into a deep sleep- a very nice sleep too, considering the fact that I didn't wake up in the morning.

I guess God was waiting for me to cry out for Him, because I remember saying that I didn't feel desperate enough for Him. So I suppose He helped me along- Thank you God. Then maybe when He got the response He wanted, He came. Hmmmm. It's not that God is selfish or evil, but I know that He wants us to need Him, and somestimes the only way to achieve it is to create a situation where they will turn to Him.

Well, that's all I pretty much have to say for tonight. So... buhbye!

Prayer time!

Thank you God, for helping me be desperate for you. Thank you for healing Rachel and Ben from the flu as well. I now pray that you'll heal nainai and I- since it became our turn to fall sick- and that you will protect the rest of the family. Give Daddy the wisdom he needs for tomorrow's preaching and a ear to listen to Your voice so that he will speak what You want him to speak. I love You, in Jesus' name, Amen.