Finally on my way to recovery from a high fever, which is kinda prolonged due to a series of unfortunate events.
Firstly, if you are on my facebook, you must have saw the pictures of me picking up tetrapacks to be recycled during the NDP rehearsal. Unfortunately, I got an insect bite out of nowhere despite wearing gloves, somehow I think some germs went in through that way.
So I have that sehz sehz feeling on Sunday. Next thing I know, I knew that I was having fever and that bite has swollen to quite a considerable size. Not knowing what has bit me but I have that feeling this infection is serious if not it wouldn't hit me so hard and fast, I decided to head to hospital.
My temperature upon reaching the hospital was 38.9 and my heart rate is 110
Through I have spoken to the doctor that I am not sure if they are related. The doc seems to place the focus on the infection on my hand and my high heart rate. Just imagine that I was in the fever faculty, that I wasn't given any medication in the isolation ward with regards to the fever. Instead, I underwent a blood test to check for the infection and IV drip to reduce my heart rate.
My ordeal lasted close to six hours, they wanted to IV another litre but I refused. I just wanted to go home. I was feeling really cold. I was feeling really hungry.
I got discharged with three days MC and 6 types of medicines.
Knowing my body condition was bad, I been eating the medicines religiously. But nah it is just not getting better. I was shivering the next evening in the room without switching the fan on, so I put on a jacket and went for a nap. This must be the most stupid thing that I have ever done. During my nap, the jacket that was protecting me from the cold was gathering and preventing so much heat from leaving my body that my core temperature increased so much.
I woke up in ultra sehz mode but I soon realised that this is not funny. It was definitely hotter than Sunday's but I wasn't sweating. I know that I need to act fast. But I was so weak that my actions was slow. It might sounds scary, a lot of things went through my mind at that point and that includes my late mum. But soon I snapped out of it, I just took off everything and took a 10 mins cold shower to bring my core body temperature down. I was thinking if I should return to the hospital but in the end I decided against it because I hate the isolation ward. Well I was in the last corner room so there isn't much attention. A good example is that after my 2nd 500gram, I pressed the emergency button for attention because I wanted to go to the gents and at the same time, tell them that the IV has finished. So the nurse transfered the IV to the mobile type to let me use the gents. But after I came back, I waited and waited. No one bother to come and tell me what's next. And originally the doc told me it was the last pack. I waited for 30 mins before my patience wears thin and pressed the emergency button again. The nurse came in with another litre of IV which I refused.
I dunno man, I just snapped. I feel superb helpless and restricted by that IV and the small confined space. I just want to get my way out and not returning again.
My body temperature rose again but this time without the jacket, I just slept the fever away.
I thought it should be better on Tue but haha I am proven wrong again. The fever has gone down it seems, but my coughing just go worst and worst. Out of nowhere I vomitted food. But at the same time, I knew that my bowel has not been regular since all the medications. Well if it cannot exit that way, it must find alternative route.
After coughing much of my Tue, decided to see another doc for another opinion on Wed. Man I was so glad to see him. It is the clinic that I frequent, but I never see him before. But he plays an impt role on my route of recovery through this series of unfortunate events.
I brought all my medicines down to him. After sharing my story, he prescribes more medicines, not without reasons. Some of the medicines given by the hospital are just not strong enough for my fever, cough, and flu. The antibotics was meant more for the infection on my hand, so he prescribes another sets of antibotics. The cough syrup is causing the constipation, which he gave another medicine to help the system get moving.
Finally I feel that it is all coming together. Should recover fully soon bah. But another sat is fast approaching, am I picking up the tetrapacks again? Haha. Nowadays who wants to do it? The boys dun want to do. We as the leaders, lead by example, with the hope that they would join us, but at the same time, we respect the decision of them not to do it. They are not paid to do this, neither are us, but there is this target to meet since they sponsor the drinks. So what to do? Display recycleable bins with clear instructions in English and Mandarin, ends up pp throw trash or worst they vandalise it. Singaporean singaporean... What to do? Looks like that I am going to be a highly paid cleaner this sat again. Must be real careful with my hygiene.
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