The word for this condition is malaise. A general feeling of illness and discomfort that makes you toss your whale like body. Irritable and very crabby.
Sniff.
And please don’t wish me get-well-soons. Makes me feel even more guilty for whining when nothing is obviously wrong. It’s just a passing phase – weather, samosa-less-ness and slight boredom. Maybe all I need is a carbohydrate-fix.
Chocolate! Lots of it. Asap.
makes you toss your whale like body
Obviously, whatever it is you have, for which I cannot say “get well soon”, hasn’t diminished your sense of humor.
And aren’t “Malaise” the people of Malaysia?
Probably the news from the beeb will come across as a jolt to reset your functions; in fact, you might suddenly feel better. A terror threat has been foiled. Aren’t you glad you are alive?
later
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thayir sadam sapta yellam sariya poidum
“And a drowsy numbness pains my senses/ as though I have of hemlock drunk”.
Should whine though.
He said so.
http://www.lyricsandsongs.com/song/177259.html
aaaaw fancy coming over for lunch somtime? Not that my cooking is any good, but it will probably make you go off wanting to have rasam ever again :)
I have the same malaise. It’s this bloody strange weather.
rraw: You’re the boss Rachel! Quite literally!!
km: Ggrrrr… So not funny. (lol)
prope//er: I wonder if my chances of dying from a road accident are higher than from a terrorist attack. Maybe I should be happy all the time then.
shoefiend: Charmingly Tamizh doctor you’d make.
?1: hhmm
WA: Madam – we never say no to Lunch. Never. And yes – I know that trick. In which you lower the expectations of the guest – so that whatever you serve them tastes like wonder-food later.
MumbaiGirl: Aaao – Malaise-Malaise khelen.
Tell ME about it. If the AC’s on it’s too cold, without the AC I sweat. My bones ache. My mouth’s furry.
But then I have fever. What’s YOUR excuse?
J.A.P.