dearest have gone MIA since midnight yesterday.
he is supposed to call when he reaches home last night but he didn’t.
ok, he does that sometimes. maybe he forgot, or maybe he was too tired. i don’t particularly mind.
this morning, i made the usual wake-up call. but he didn’t pick up.
ok, normal cos he’s quite the heavy sleeper.
but it gets worrying when you make like 20 calls from 8am to 10.30am and still can’t get hold of him. you wonder whether he has left his phone in the car or he has left it on silent mode or he forgot to bring out his phone when he goes to work.
and you start imaging the worst things like, has he gotten into an accident or is he sick? blah blah blah.
tell me, should i be angry or worried?
just in case you wonder, i am not possessive! it is not like i am tracking his whereabouts or whatever. it’s just that it is not like him to go MIA and therefore i worry like an old granny!
and it doesn’t help that i was hoping to go for sing song session tonight but my throat is sore, voice is hoarse, nose is stuck, and my head is killing me!!! feel like shit…
and then when he finally picks up my phone at 10.45am, the only thing he says is that he didn’t hear the phone! duh! i cannot be bothered to ask him questions. as long as he is safe.
again, i’m not angry. i’m not pissed. i’m just pretty disappointed. and it doesn’t help that i’m feeling sick – again. oh god, kill me, take this stupid headache away from me! don’t force me to have to take panadol!!
i have activities planned for the weekend – i cannot afford to fall sick again… boohoo…
edited to add:
dearest called. he couldn’t hear the phone ring cos he was deep in sleep.
apparently he stayed up the whole night to watch euro 2008.
ok, forgiven!
and there’s good news, he scored an average of B for his MC module!
yipee… not bad results for such a sucky subject (the textbook is unreadable – so dry…)
still feel sick though. but i’m still heading to topone tonight. brandy here we come!
