Sentiments n words

I am sick..
I am tired..
I had a fight..
I miss home..
As i lie on my uncomfortable dorm bed,i stiffle right and left,with my burning forehead and shivering body..i took three tablets of panadol actified on an empty stomach and then coughed madly for a period which seemed like eternity..i tried to sleep but tears stream down my eyes..i comforted myself:"its ok sweet heart pain is but temporary"but my heart wont listen,it generated its own counter logic "what if you dont get well till morning?how many lectures can you go on missing before they send a short attendance notice and withdraw your on going semester?"i want to go home..i began to sob.
Just then i remember what home was really like..mom was there to take care of me..
Oh no you cant take medicines on an empty stomach..here have something to eat..
No not that,thats equal to poison,go to your bed,i'll bring in some soup,bread and butter..here is your medicine..no you eat it here right now..she would make sure i dont go out to play though i would be given the tv remote..i would jump out of the bed when mom would give me a go card,like a monkey freed from his cage,she would always say..i would always tell her you really tried hard to make me feel sick but better luck next time..she would smile knowingly..now i lay in my dorm thinking why we dont appreciate everyday blessings until they are no more?