Mr.Nice Guy

I got a msg the other night. In the middle of the night. I was up tossing and turning so it dint do much damage really.
"REMEMBER, you have WORMS in your stomach."
That was the content of the msg. Weird!
What was weirder was the fact that i got it at around 1-30 in the night.
I scrolled down to check the time of sending of the msg. It was sent sometime around 4-30pm the previous day. A 9 hour delay in receiving the msg.
I did not have to check who the msg was from coz I knew who had sent it.

Me.
That was a reminder to keep myself from pigging out on the sweets and chocolates left in the fridge. The reminder failed to reach on time.


And a few days later I contracted a fever of some sort that's been haunting me till date with it's surprise spells. I had not had any serious fever/illness in four/five years. I don't remember the last time i was seriously ill. The last time i had been to a hospital (for myself) was two years back, with a broken toe-nail and I remember the doctor and the nurse were quite amused with my pain and were actually flirting with me. So I've been ill the past few days and looks like I'm not alone. Lotsa ppl are not well apparently. I've taken three Crocins two nice, and one other huge pill (don't remember it's name) and I am pretty pissed about it.
Apparently, I am human. Fuck. I can get fevers too.
Shit.

At this point I'd like to tell you that I don't believe in medicine at all. Atleast not in popping pills to cure headache, tummy ache etc. Operations to fix a broken bone, torn liver, severed lung, holed heart etc are okay by me. But not general time pass medicines.

And that brings us to the title of this post. I'm Mr Nice Guy for the next few days. Because I'm tired and weak most of the times to even swear at others for kicks. And because, apart from the worms I am the newest hang out of some goddamn bacteria and virus who are getting high and happy at my cost. And also I've accepted temporary defeat.

I must be the nicest guy for miles around.

Forgot to add the quote of the day. Here it is.
"Go, get the butter." -
Marlon Brando (another nice guy) speaks these eternal words in Last Tango in Paris (1972) and then proceeds to brutally molest the girl who brought the butter. In her ass. Just for that one scene his butt deserved an Oscar. No kidding.