.Wednesday, March 07, 2007 Y
It's been a long time since I fell sick. And it really didn't feel good. Had a temperature of 38.0 degrees on Monday night. Ate 2 panadol and went to the bed. Felt really bad the whole night. My stomach was churning and I felt so much like vomitting but nothing came out. Went to work as usual on Tuesday. I couldn't take it anymore and vomitted all out. But the wierd thing is, it was my lunch on Monday. Planned to stay till the end of the day so I don't have to make up on Saturday but well, I felt really weak and asked for the day off. Went to see the doctor and he told me that I had a high fever of 39.0 degrees. Went home and slept through the afternoon only to wake up in the evening with a temperature of 40.0 degrees.
I was hoping so much that my mum was at home and could at least put a wet towel on my forehead like how she used to when I was young. But no, no one was there. I had to force myself to get up from the bed, swallow the pills the doctor prescribed, went for a shower and put a wet towel on my forehead. I also ended up with a MC for 2 days. The doctor was right, I couldn't recover in one day's time. And this means that I have to make up for 2 days of my attachment alone.
I wanted so much to tell someone that I was sick, wanted so much for someone to care and say, "everything's going to be fine" but well, I've gotta be independent this time round..
waiting for you right here
2:49:00 PM
