Posted on: Friday, December 26, 2008
Posted at: 12:34 PM
So, once again passed another festive season of which the eve of Christmas was by far more enjoyable than Christmas day itself.
Woke up on Christmas eve feeling slightly unwell, but still able to go about doing regular daily stuff, though I did nothing memorable in the morning or afternoon.
Christmas eve dinner though, was a feast to behold. There was turkey, ham, pork knuckles, spaghetti, bread and mash potatoes. Food galore. And though I was fighting that slightly sickly feeling that fell over me in the morning, I still had my fair share of the meal. The food was just made tastier by the company present. We carried the dining table from the kitchen to the hall to accommodate more seating space, which was pretty cool for the first time we ever had such an arrangement. The whole familiy was present, including my grandma, and at that moment, all slight illness was cured as I basked in the warmth of a nice Christmas eve dinner.
After that, we watched friends as a family, my dad frantically translating everything that was said to cantonese so my grandma could pretend that she was enjoying the show. When my eldest brother came back from sending grandma home, I watched this utterly insane funny South Park episode, but it hurt abit when I laughed, so I had to retrain that tickle affecting me.
My condition worsened a little, so I popped a couple of panadols, and went to bed immediately after that. At around 9.30 at night.
That night, I had the most retarded dream ever, about some ballistic contraption which recurred over and over again. I was self-awoken around every hour, either to get a warm drink, expel some stuff, vomit, or to force down a couple of pills before heading back to my bizzare and irritatingly frustrating nightmare. It was a fitful sleep, and perhaps the worst slumber I had ever been through.
The next day, I couldn't bring myself to fully get out of bed till around noon, and when I did, I was awake for barely 2 hours, of which I spent on a nice cool bath, drinking honey water, and using a hot cold pad to bring any temperature down. I didn't really bother using a thermometer to check my temperature as it didn't feel extraordinarily awful, so when my mom forced the thermometer down my throat awhile after I woke from my nap, I was shocked to see that the temperature was 40.5 degrees celsius.
After abit of sitting around and considering what course of action to take, my mom and I ended up watching the Simpsons on TV. When my dad came back from the stall, he kicked up a big fuss (as usual), his way of showing his concern, and soon enough, I was on my way to the Singapore General Hospital A&E department. My mom and I were dropped off first, so we had to put on masks and wait in the sick zone. My dad, having parked the car, could not enter the sick zone and thus had to wait outside the vicinity. Poor him. :(
After about 45 minutes of waiting, I was finally consulted by the doctor, and he warned that treatment could take quite a while, so my mom persuaded my dad to go home first and prepare for the next day's work.
I was put on a drip thingo, a needle through my hand connected to this bottle of liquid steadily dripping some miracle cure into my body, and I had a painkiller injection on my buttcheek that is still kinda sore -.-
So after an hour or so on the drip while lying on a hospital bed, which kinda made me feel like a geriatric patient, my temperature zoomed down to a mere 37.9 degree celsius, and I was sent home with a few bouts of medicine.
Amazingly, my mom had stayed on with me the whole time, despite my pleas that she went home first and savoured whatever time there was left for christmas, and I'd contact her when I was ready to leave. Awwwww.. words cannot explain the gratitude I have for her. When I reached home around 10.30pm, my dad (usually a sleeper by 9pm) was still up worrying about me while doing his preparations. It was quite cute when I was eating dinner, and my dad was animatedly retelling the two episodes of friends which my mom and I missed.
I love my family.
Haha. So now I'm feeling way better, though I missed training again :( Oh well, its the last training I'd miss. I'm quite sure of that.
I guess its a good time to restart on my maths now that I'm still feeling rather up and alive!
Merry Christmas every-buddy!
A couple of nights ago I dreamt, this time, she asked for my name.
