Over the weekend, Nards and I accompanied our assistant to an event somewhere in the mountainous regions of Antipolo. That venue was perched on a steep hill within a village with guarded gates and quirky street names.
The wind was blowing so hard, it rocked the car in the parking lot after the boys disembarked and unloaded the equipment. I was half-afraid that the car was going to get flung to the other side of the courtyard with me in it. I didn't want to take that chance so I followed the guys to the hall beneath a theatre (where I saw little caucasian girls, in cute tutus, dancing). The hall was nicely decorated and swathed with black and white. There were strings of crystals suspended everywhere. I love the velvet damask table cloths.
We had a glitch in set up. One of the primary cables was not working, and we had to high tail it to a computer shop (all the way from the top of the mountain) to get a replacement. I went ahead to the parking lot to get the car warmed up. I was halfway to the car, when it rained. And it wasn't a gentle drizzle, it was a full-blown downpour with cold winds whipping me into a glacial mess. When I got to the car, I was shivering. I turned on the engine and cranked the car heater just to get off the chill.
The following morning, I had a colossal headache, a bad case of sniffles and an itchy throat.
That night, as we were about to sleep I laid my hand on his arm.
I developed fever, of course I did. Nards, on nurse mode, gave me meds, fed me warm meals and supplied me with fruits. Now, I am mostly on our recliner, resting, watching TV and dozing on and off. Going online when I'm up to it, to check our business correspondences, because Nards is busy with our current events.Nards: whoa.
Nards: you're hands.
Me: what about it?
Nards: they're like pan de sal.
Me: pan de sal?
Nards: yeah, warm like pan de sal.
Me: (touched his feet with my feet) even my feet?
Nards: you're feet are like pan de sal too.
Nards: where's the paracetamol....
What's the take away here? My sister sternly told me to always pack an umbrella or a windbreaker in my bag. No argument from me. But this weather is starting to wear me down.