Fever, Love
FEVER
After watching the first episode of Malaysian Idol, I went to bed. In the middle of the night I woke up, feeling as if my body was on fire and I was sweating profusely. I knew then, I had catch the FEVER.
The last time I ever had the fever was my first year in UTM. I think I drank Ribena, the blackcurrant juice fortified with abundance of Vit. C, not long after, I felt feverish, went to bed, stayed there for 8 hours or so, woke up feeling better.
This time I knew I was going down for a long time. Had the sore throat first, then came that eventful night. My housemate got it from our office colleague, and I got it from her, by sharing a bowl of sweet, fiery and diabolical virus medium tom yam.
That night, while I was sweating like a wet sea sponge, I felt hungry. As I chow down last night's leftover I realized, no matter I how dreadful I feel, my appetite is not diminished :D.
The next morning, I woke up early and drove to the clinic. When my turn came, I sat down on the chair set next to the doctor and told him my fever life story. At the back room, some medical assisstants and nurses were laughing and gigling. One of MA came to the room and called the doctor. From the expression on his face, he was letting the doctor in on the joke. I was furious as hell!! Here I was sick like a dog and had to wait on the doctor and his "buddies" telling him a joke. I could have explode with anger and push over his desk. Yelled out at him for having breaking his Hipporactic (right spelling?) oath. But then, I WAS sick as a dog. So, I waited for him to come back, obediently--like a dog.
Later that morning I drove back to my loving and nuturing arm's of my mother. A long one hour drive, but worth it.
LOVE
Watching how my housemate's husband rushed from JB to Melaka, to be beside his sick wife and nurture her health back, was very heart-rending.
I guess, no matter how far, or what the odds, love do prevail in the end.
After watching the first episode of Malaysian Idol, I went to bed. In the middle of the night I woke up, feeling as if my body was on fire and I was sweating profusely. I knew then, I had catch the FEVER.
The last time I ever had the fever was my first year in UTM. I think I drank Ribena, the blackcurrant juice fortified with abundance of Vit. C, not long after, I felt feverish, went to bed, stayed there for 8 hours or so, woke up feeling better.
This time I knew I was going down for a long time. Had the sore throat first, then came that eventful night. My housemate got it from our office colleague, and I got it from her, by sharing a bowl of sweet, fiery and diabolical virus medium tom yam.
That night, while I was sweating like a wet sea sponge, I felt hungry. As I chow down last night's leftover I realized, no matter I how dreadful I feel, my appetite is not diminished :D.
The next morning, I woke up early and drove to the clinic. When my turn came, I sat down on the chair set next to the doctor and told him my fever life story. At the back room, some medical assisstants and nurses were laughing and gigling. One of MA came to the room and called the doctor. From the expression on his face, he was letting the doctor in on the joke. I was furious as hell!! Here I was sick like a dog and had to wait on the doctor and his "buddies" telling him a joke. I could have explode with anger and push over his desk. Yelled out at him for having breaking his Hipporactic (right spelling?) oath. But then, I WAS sick as a dog. So, I waited for him to come back, obediently--like a dog.
Later that morning I drove back to my loving and nuturing arm's of my mother. A long one hour drive, but worth it.
LOVE
Watching how my housemate's husband rushed from JB to Melaka, to be beside his sick wife and nurture her health back, was very heart-rending.
I guess, no matter how far, or what the odds, love do prevail in the end.
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