After a fruitful trip in Fukuoka mid November, I have been out sick as a dog. It was not due to traveling I guess. I was okay for 5 days after the trip, then suddenly fever came.
I thought I would be okay after a few cans of Coke.. I am allergic to paracetamol so basically there’s no cure for me. I really despise it whenever I visited the doctors and they ALL ASK THE SAME FUCKING QUESTION, “SO YOU FEVER, YOU TAKE WHAT MEDICATION AH?” Damn tiu. So I didn’t go to see any GPs until my fever hit 39.6°C and no sign of coming down. Yes… Again the stupid question… And a lot of explaining… Went home Rm70 poorer with a bottle of cough syrup, some mouth gargle and pills for pain… Which I did not take because I was not in any pain, except feeling lethargic and I can cook an egg on my forehead.
After 2 days of being bed ridden, I went back to work because fever subsided to 37.2°C… Only to bounce back up towards the end of the day. There seem to be no end to this. Ern said, I have an onsen on my forehead.
I went to the second round of GP.. Again being asked the same bloody question. But this GP suggested me to draw blood to test for dengue. Which she did. Thankfully, it’s no dengue. Was worried sick might not be able to make it to my cousin sis’ wedding 3 days from fever days. Imagine if it’s dengue, I will be all alone in the hospital. It would be tragic.
As I laid in my bed, I prayed for recovery. It went up to 38.3°C again. Seeing how I suffered, my cousin went to buy some concoction from Chinese medicinal Hall…some antelope horn… Which smells like the freaking zoo. I downed it in a few gulps and crashed in bed. Fever went up to 39°C. God bless me.
Morning came and I checked my temperature. 37°C. Fuh… Miracles? The prayer works? Or the antelope horn works?
Dragged my ass to work that day, feeling slightly better. The next few days were a blur… I felt like it was a long dream. I kept sleeping everywhere until the wedding.. And went home, still in daze until yesterday. I am back to my normal routine. Gym, work, home, repeat.