Phew, after a five-day fever bout I'm finally fine again. Thank God (whichever) for health.
Friday: I was supposed to pack up and go home on Thursday night, but I got lazy. We went out for
The Myth. The show was at 11.55pm and we've already gotten our tickets by 10.30. We headed over to the arcade and naturally, I go for the dance machine. Pump it Up Exceed 2 was very kickass.
That left half of my shirt wet before we stepped into the theater, after three credits of PIU. One has to eventually try the 'Crazy' difficulty anyway (I failed. Stupid handplants). By the time we got out of the theater and went supper, I was already feeling quite feverish and my hands were shaking a bit. The minute I reached home, I changed, drank a bit and slept. Well, tried to sleep.
The strange thing is, I always dream that people are wrecking things in my brain whenever I get a fever. Thi one could be the most destructive ever, I had a whole league of superheroes demolishing a city in my head. Ouch.
I woke up two hours later, about 6am, feeling very thirsty but alas, my bottle was out of water. I rolled around a bit until the thirst and heat got me to climb out of my blanket, hobble downstairs and get a drink. I can't really sleep after that, with all the city-demolishing and all. My hands were cold and my face was hot, so I put my hands to my face.
I lay outside my housemate's room come dawn, hoping that he'll wake up soon enough to car me to clinic. He woke up alright, and his girlfriend gave me some Panadol, which definitely made me feel better.
The university clinic didn't open until 9am, and the doctor didn't come until 9.20. We waited a bit, the fever was kinda subsiding, thoughthe coldness is still there. The doctor prescribed viral fever and gave me some pills, advising me to get a blood test after 3 days.
I safely returned home after that.
Saturday: I was getting fine by now, the fever was totally gone by afternoon. I even wrote a game review. Heh.
Monday: Somehow, the fever wasn't totally gone yet. Maybe because I was sleeping late for the past two days. There's still a slight rise i heat when I'm not taking my pills, and all the pills were making me very dizzy. We went to another clinic, the doctor advised me to get a blood test the next morning if the fever doesn't subside.
That night, I dreamt of martial arts masters fighting in my head.
Tuesday: Blood test day. I hate blood tests. I still cower at the thought when I had to take daily blood tests when I had dengue fever. And expected, it was painful. Fucking painful while we're at that. The results came in hat afternoon and thank god it wasn't dengue. I'd be pretty close to dying if it were. Apparently here were 4 strains of the virus or something, each one deadlier than the other so if I get it another time I'm pretty much dead.
Well that's all about the fever, the dizziness was making me crazy, I can't eat well either. I've heard somewhere that people won't eat food that they've eaten when they're sick. I guess that's true. Goodbye Ruski Tom Yam noodles. And if you're wondering why I was eating Tom Yam noodles while I was sick, I can't put anything tasteless into my mouth at all. I slept a total of 32 of the past 48 hours.
Wednesday: Finally! There's still a bit of dizziness, but I was fine enough to eat more and eventually play DDR, which brought me back to my normal lifestyle. Huzzah DDR!
