I thought I had always imagined the scene of the movie Outbreak; dark, creepy, metal-framed bed of a medical facility with someone in a bright florescent protective suit mumbling something through the build in microphone.
Arriving at New York not too long ago, I never thought it would be that easy for me to catch the flu virus. I had pre packed N95 masks, plenty of hand sanitizers, and even make sure the place where I sleep are clean from the virus by anti bacteria sprays, and I spray on my body lots of D&G fragrance (alcohol kills germs, you see).
I am in tears again. Not because I had missed the near death experience, but because someone had showed me a picture of The Boy, together with his new boy friend.
I don’t know. I thought I had gotten over The Boy, but every single time I see his pictures, with someone else I can turn from a happy mood to a grumpy sad mood. Is it really that hard to forget someone?
Leaving the quarantine was perhaps one of the happiest moment that I had. I made friends, and most of them are not released yet. It was crowded, but I was moved to a single private room on the 3rd day, since I was then considered safe.
Clothed with only the hospital gown, it does make me feel uneasy. With my butt fully exposed most of the time, some of the male nurses had been eying on it, I am pretty sure.
Back home, dad already cleaned up the place, spraying it all over with anti-bacteria sprays. It does make the whole place smells like the hospital, but it is a risk that I would not want to take; not in the quarantine, without any entertainment, that is.
So for now, I am back. Still a healthy young boy trying to strife in life, being a success, and have someone dearly nearby to enjoy life together. Of course, with lots of beautiful pictures to show everyone.
I thank those who showed their concerns on my blog, on MSN, and the SMSs to my phone. Really never thought so many people would care. Love you all!