As sick as a wounded poodle

I've been sick these last few days. As a matter of fact, I've been sick since the day I arrived here in Jakarta. While the logical side of me deduced that it might be because of exhaustion during the last few days of packing combined with erratic eating habbit, the other side of me, which is more crazy in a way, think that I'm sick because I'm here. Yes, I'm sick because I'm here in Jakarta. It's the way my body says "I want to go back." It's like a defense system. White blood cells for city migration. Of course all that are just the insane part of me trying to justify and persuade the sane part of me to fly back to Singapore.
But, seriously speaking I'm really sick. I had migraine and high temperature the first two days I was here. And now I have sore throat that simply won't go away. Fucking irritating. My consolation of coming back here, besides seeing my family, is to eat. And now, I can't eat good food because everytime I swallow something, it's like swallowing a bucket full of nails. I can't even drink water for goodness sake.
Hmm, maybe it's true. Perhaps this city is poisoning me and making me sick. Or maybe that's just the crazy me writing.
Till I feel better.