Everything was last minute.

Or maybe it wasn’t.

Last week, I already asked my mom what she wanted to do for her birthday. I asked her if she wanted to travel somewhere, maybe Bali or Lombok. She declined saying that she could only get a day off work and it would be quite impossible to pull off such a trip. So, she just wanted a nice dinner somewhere around town. Unfortunately, none of these happened. I got sick two days before her birthday and during her birthday, she’s starting to feel light-headed too. Now everyone at home is sick, including my grandma.

It’s sick season and omicron is partly to blame. On my way when I went to the doctor, my driver told me that his wife got sick too. She had symptoms like cough, sneeze and low grade fever. And told me that every doctor in town is full and difficult to make an appointment. I experienced the same thing. I got rejected the first day of making an appointment as the quota was already full. So, Ray registered me the next day and he showed up early. I managed to secure an appointment and eventually was prescribed some medications. This all happened the day before my mom’s birthday.

Unlike what most sick people do, I like to keep myself active and moving. I get bored just by sleeping, reading, and watching movies. Even when I have a little energy, I try my best to function like I normally would. I have this mentality that unless I am brain dead and bed-ridden, I have to still try to function like I have to/supposed to.

Anyway,I usually like to buy a birthday cake early or the next day by going to the store. But that day, I just ordered a tiramisu cake from GRAB food.It was one of the best looking cakes around the list of bakeries in town. I got one and it came with the candles and the knife.

I waited until my mom came back from buying lunch and that’s when I sang happy birthday with my raspy voice. Ray was there too celebrating with us. My mom made some wishes that later told me, she wanted food that could heal her heartache. I told her that it would be chocolate and some beer. Then, she laughed.

We didn’t do anything else because I am still isolating myself. I do not want to spread my cough and flu to others. But that day, eventually my mom caught it too. She felt light headed, starting to sneeze and coughing. She also got low grade fever.

I really wanted to test myself but my mom told me not to. There are some reasons as to why she told me not to. The first reason was that our house could be isolated and monitored by the local government if we are found to be positive with covid-19. Nobody in the house can leave it and that means, nobody can go to work. Even my mom’s workplace will be closed for a day to have it sanitized. She told me all of this because it happened with her colleague who tested positive. It’s wild how the measures are done. I don’t think it really works that way in another country.

I wish that this year she would have more luck.
She could finally move on and start a new life.
I don't mind having a new dad 😂 that would add some more dads into the list 🤣
I wish her more health too so that she could travel around with me.

Happy birthday mom!

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