Dear Diary,

I'm sorry I missed a day of writing. I was just far too sick yesterday. I was in bed the whole of yesterday with my major headache. My temperature rose to about 39.7 degree celsius and I could hardly walk or even get out of bed.

Julius stayed by my bedside the whole day as he kept changing the towel on my forehead. He held my hand tight and whispered to me that it's going to be ok. 

I could barely eat or drink, but I have to. Otherwise, I would not be able to eat my medications, though I'll gladly not take them because it is disgusting. 

I doubt I can write anymore. I'm heading back to sleep. My head is pounding and Julius is coming back from work soon. I don't think he'll be too happy to see me up when I'm still unwell.