  And so it came to be that I am now, for all intents and purposes, ill (having the flu, coughs, headaches, sore throat,&nbsp;the whole affair). Apparently sickness does not happen when you're lying idle and enjoying life. Sickness only happens when you've got several assignments to complete, a presentation and also an assortment of other matters to attend to. The flu does not come to you when you're leisurely ambling away life in a three months semester break. The flu pounces on you in the middle of a hectic semester, forcing you cease and desist all attempts of trying to pass the semester.
And so here I am on a beautiful Monday late-afternoon, a little subdued and numb because of medication (those cough syrups can be a rather freaky affair). Do note that I am under the influence of some medicines while writing this, and that I can't properly feel my head (apparently painkillers doesn't only kill pain, but also every other feeling). I've had this wicked headache, and it seems that the doctor had prescribed me some painkillers of whatever.
And now I can't feel my head. It is common knowledge that women take sickness a lot better than men can. A man whines and complains when he's sick (It's too bleeding cold now, for one). Though a woman still might complain, she would still be able to go to work. A man would probably be bedridden over a simple cold (I have a headache, too by the way, so I can't drive). I'll be back once I'm well, then. Thank you. 
