What a Lovely Way to Burn!

Heyyyyyyyyy!!! Miss me? I do. So sorry about yesterday. I was so wasted from ALL those Morphinis that I couldn't write. Naaah. I was actually exhausted from the shivers and shakes of one stupid degree of temperature!
It had been a great morning. Breakfast at the Martini Bar consisted of about a jug of Morphini and an exotic assortment of pills to nibble on, not forgetting the collection of multi-coloured, multi-purpose shots that come in tiny plastic containers that Wiss likes to stick to his eyes every morning and pretend he's a pirate!!! I was surprised to find very few of u at the bar. Hmmmm. Where u been? Are you two-timing me? I would rathere presume you couldn't make it cuz u were too busy working on the image of me in new hair.
Speaking of those, I've recieved some more today and they are just unbelievable. I might need to have them posted in a different way, and perhaps also published in abook or sth. We'll see.

Anyways, in the afternoon, someone from The Physical Therapy Department came over and gave me a wonderful foot and leg rub. I had needed it badly cuz my feet were still swollen to the extent I couldn't walk on my heels. So you'd see me tip-toeing away in the room, like an elegant swan from Swan Lake only to find me hit the toilet door with the medicine pole I keep walking with, or bump into the newly-decorated, Fadi-very-proud-of Christmas tree and knock down a dozen red and gold balls... Ok, to cut it short (phew!), the massage was very relaxing and helpful, but the minute the lady left the room, I started shivering and my temperature went up to 38 degrees (I can never find the tiny circle for degree on the keyboard, sorry!) Of course, we panicked, until the doc came and reassured us that it was normal to have that and gave me a couple of Panadols (kinda like Dr Garo at the IC Infirmary when we were @ school!)(Garo was it? Shoo ya Reem? Remember?) By then I was too tired to write and decided to call it a night. (MAN, that was the longest excuse I have ever written!!!! Ana t3ibit 3ankon!)

Today, Day 15, woke up with no fever, hamdillah. It had spiked at night (new word I learned here, spiked! ) A nice surprise popped into my room, MILIA!!! It was gr8 seeing her. We chit-chatted for a couple of hours. It was nice to see someone fresh from back home (although, mind u, Milia has not been living in Beirut for a while now, but had "ree7et Bayroot fiya"). Habibti, I took a picture of her to add to my collection of visitors. I'll try to see if i can upload it here tonight.

It being Friday today, lunch was fish n chips. Every1 eats fish n chips here on Fridays except my hospital version of fish n chips was a dry fish finger and a couple of blobs of potato mash sorta sorbet, no butter, milk, salt or taste added! Guaranteed!!! I had some juice and dozed off, only to be awakened by a handsome gentleman in a dark suit. (btw, docs don't wear white gowns here, so u never know who u r talking to). Turns out this guy here is THE head of the pain (or symptoms) department. So, he pops a few questions at me, understands that I was still in pain (heels, throat...) prescribes MORE MORPHINE!!!! again with the reason of why should I feel pain if I can avoid or minimize it. Tayyeb ya khayyi. Shoo badna na3mol? Who am I to contradict a big, important doctor like that?! Eh ben, bring it on!!! Let's get this party started (also a very nice version of Pink's song by Shirley Bassey, hazamazing! Check it out.)

Rabab is here!!!!! Yay, finally a female presence. And a fun one too! HALAkooni Fadi w Wissam. No, habibati, they have been gr8, but aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhh. Men!!! Don't be offended guys. I'm just saying we need a feminine touch round here. (Ssshhh, u should see how they tidy up. They just rearrange the things on the tables, you think they r playing Memory with you! hehe!

Yalla need to go dodo. Catch u l8r.
Waiting for ur breakfast comments AND contest entries!

Love,
Hala

nb: Loved your purple spaghetti strap dress, Bee!