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Whining and the malaise

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.

9 Responses to “Whining and the malaise”

  1. Chocolate! Lots of it. Asap.

  2. 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?

  3. 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
    //

  4. thayir sadam sapta yellam sariya poidum

  5. “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

  6. 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 :)

  7. I have the same malaise. It’s this bloody strange weather.

  8. 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.

  9. 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.