I got stuffed with concern + medicine on Sunday night, and I’m all right on the next Monday morning. Well, actually, about 3 hours later.
What happened?
On the 7th December, I was feeling kind of giddy and kind of slow – you know that you are slow when you finished keying in your pin number and stand there for a few seconds thinking why the hell the top-up machine didn’t move to the next screen, and when you see that it states “press Enter”, you started looking everywhere expect for the area where you just keyed your pin. (-_-) Maybe, it was the nerves resulting from an exam that you didn’t prepare thoroughly for.
I think the whole sickness thing bloom when I took the bus home. Long way home. Almost 2+ hours in a rather cramped seat. By the time I got home, my back was aching.
Then over the next few days, I started having shivers while sweating like a *pardon me* pig. You could practically say I wet my bed – with my perspiration. Sorry to disappoint if you’re hoping it’s urine.
Friday was really bad, I kept breaking into cold sweat, and the bloody weather with its usual playful gushes of wind would send me crawling underneath my pile of cloth – comforter, quilt cover & throw. In the end, I took 2 hot showers that day.
Okay, say me dumb. I know you are not supposed to shower when you have fever but do you think a simple wipedown would help get rid of the stench? Like noooo? A hot shower was just.too.tempting., in fact it’s like clean water when you have no water for 3 days.
Oh, by the way, avoid chicken. You are not allowed to eat chicken. I knew that too. But it’s hard to avoid when you have chicken from 3 straight dinners – Thursday, Friday and Saturday. I sneaked a drumstick on Saturday.
Well, I paid the price. If Chicken really managed to take its revenge.
My fever reached 39.2 on the last night.
I think that was still second place in our family fever record high.
My mum said I was to go to A&E because it was too high. Fearing it might damaged my brain but I refused. I just want to sleep and there’s no way I’m going out looking like a seaweed, smelling like a… never mind. Besides, I have no appropriate clothes to wear (actually I do, come to think of it now).
So I popped a Panadol Extra for my little friend playing bumper car in my head, removed the pile of cloths and jacket since I’m no longer cold, changed into my Miffy PJs. Hey Presto! 38.7. Still too high for her liking.
Ice-packs, tiger balm, water, Chinese medicine (shaving of deer antler? + rock sugar + don’t know what else) did the work.
My Sister came to peep on me before she went to have her dinner, I stuck out my tongue at her. That probably ensured her that I’m back to my normal stupid little sister self.
My Brother wandered in and out of the room, entertaining himself with the toys on my shelf, offering to “let you listen to my music” when hitting random notes on the coconut shell souvenir thingy, rumbling about my desk exclaiming why his name is not there among the crafts I made and such.
My Dad was shooed out as the delicate person on the bed was unable to handle his voice – loud; and threw a tantrum at the volume. Even on normal days, I couldn’t stand it, let alone on a day when I’m not well.
So there you go. The stupid lost week stupidly spent by the stupid day.
Like wheeee.
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