i had a
flippin' high fever on friday.
high enough to make me
faint.
just outside my door, in my vain attempt to go the docs.
yesyes, i'm
weak. laugh all you want.
but don't you worry, i'm all better now.
i still function when i'm sick : ) i still remember what was going on while i was "out". so here's the juicy story.
**warning: it's a LONG story. read only if you have the time.
friday morning. class is at 1000hrs. i wake, on time at 0830hrs for school, to find myself, too sick to move. and a fever just taking its crap out on me. i contemplate going to school because i needed to learn how to make that darned website for webd, for public relations, cos i haven't gone for the past 2 weeks (and i'm so lost i'm shitted.) then there's the whole commI.S. [others would say commis] report due tues, which might i add my group and i have NOT started on.
brilliant.
but. i. was. too. flippin. sick. to. go. anywhere. fullstop.
so yes, i stayed in bed.
to receive calls from *surprise surprise*:
1. t. love, who insisted that he come over cos he had a surprise for me (yes indeed, it was a surprise.)
2. someone someone. i can't remember now.
3. another someone someone. also can't remember who now.
4. my dad.
yes.
MY dad.
our conversation was like this at 1100hrs, and i was still rolling about in bed.
phone rings.
i think: "
shiates. i hAVE to pick it up."
"hello?"
"hello. val?"
"yeah."
"dad here."
"dad? dad who?"
(*note: i was thinking do i have a friend called dad. haha.)
"it's dad."
"dad?"
"yes, dad."
"oh! dad! hi! you're in singapore?"
(trying to sound as cheery as a sick person can be)"yeah, just flew in."
... and the rest of it's just fuzzy.
so then i went back to sleep. told liz to call me about commI.S. attabout lunch time to discuss. when i'm sick, i still function. no one can get me off my work. period. which isn't healthy, i hear : )
then i think attabout 1200hrs-1300hrs, i was attacked by a whole weight of 51kgs, crushing the air out of me. yes, t. decided to pull one of his surprise attacks, while i was SLEEPING! *note: i haven't left my bed since the night before.
after much squabbling about how he shouldn't do that, especially while i was sick, here's the conversation as much as i remember...
"eh. i've got a surprise for you."
"what."
"whadya think?"
"no t. you didn't."
"yes. hahahah."
(that stupid laugh. *not funny lor.)
then i look from my bed, and i see someone standing outside my door.
"
t.! how embarrassing!!! i'm in my PJs!"
he hAD to laugh.
note taken. t. always catches me at my worst. "you better not spill what you see, or you diiiie." *grin*
for the next 3 hours, t. tries to get me out of bed to go to the docs. we wrestle once. he won (i let him, i was handicapped. *grin*) honestly, i was really too listless, and without energy to move. it felt like i had no muscles in my entire system.
1500hrs: finally. i did showerup. sat for over half an hour in the shower, water at maximum heat (and it still felt cold. brr.
fevers suck.)
1540hrs: came out. gave a call to laurence just to let him know i wasn't feeling well, and that i was going to the docs, so he wouldn't worry (which i know he would've done anyway.) t. and friend left while i was on the phone. sending hugs and kisses to friend and t., thanks for visiting and trying to get me out of bed. love.
was told to get out of my house to the docs by 1600hrs. *truth: i didn't. after putting down the phone, i fell asleep. don't squish me! : )
1740hrs: i wake.
"i hAVE to go to the docs, no matter what."
with sheer determination, it was the first time i walked down my stairs to my gate. upon first step down the stairs, i knew i was in trouble.
"shiates. i hAVE to make it to the docs. how??"
"nevermind val, you're gonna make it."
(i talk to myself, don't laugh, i'm sure you do too. sOME people talk to inanimate objects i hear. *grin*)
i exit my house, and walked round the back. lightheaded, and absolutely ready to collapse. i'm surprised that i could even walk down the short flight outside my place. once i was down those few stairs, i couldn't see much (everything's too bright.)
i keel over, hands on the ground and flagging for anything to stop. anything. nothing did. ohwell, what to say. singaporeans. tsk. hahahah..
i finally couldn't stand on my own, and leaned against the nearest tree.
someone dressed in black overalls crossed the road.
"are you alright?"
"i need to go to the doctors."
"ok."
then my legs gave way, he caught my hand, but i still fell and fainted.
*right now, if i'm to apply what i've learnt in my radio mod - i'm suppose to play some music, and keep you in suspense. but i shan't. or should i? : ) you want to kick me right? hahaha.*
ok. back to story.
mr in black (mib) stops a van, and i think 2 other guys get out of the vehicle. he tells them, "she needs to go to the docs. there's one just around the corner." some auntie is heard saying, "do you need to call ambulance?" they pick me up, put me in the front seat and drive off. the first clinic isn't open. next stop, 24hrs clinic at ameen thereabout. the guys get me out and bring me to the clinic where mib checks me in.
can't remember much.
doc asks: "what's your name?"
"valerie."
"ok valerie. i'm going to take your temp."
*beep-beep*
"your temperature's quite high. do you want a jab?"
first thought: "did i hear jab?!"
second thought: "are you mad! you want to give ME a jab?!" *note: i punched my bcg nurse in p6, her vain attempt to give me a jab. see you try that on me next time. haha.
third thought: "my fever can't be THAT high riight?"
"erm. jab? no."
"ok, then i'll give you some pills and antibiotics to take."
thank god. no jab. : )
nurse enters with pills. later. nurse enters with paper, mib follows. she says: "this is the guy who brought you in. here's his number."
'elliot lin.'
elliot lin. probably a name i'll never forget.
he had to go, so i said my much appreciated thanks, and he left. i hope to see him around. i'm thinking what can i give him as a thankyou gift. any ideas, drop me a tag.
msged a few people about my fainting spell and told 'em not to worry.
some called, but i had absolutely no energy to pick up my phone to put it to my ear. so i called back later.
1830hrs: sat outside ameen and did some calling. made arrangements for l'oreal promotions. the job which i was suppose to do today and tomorrow.
you see, the thing about doing promotions, and jobs - you've gotta switch on the "happy switch" to talk, and make everything sound good. i got someone to take my place for saturday, and sun is optional for her. if i feel better i'll do it. at least i'll have some pay.. : ) $8 an hour's good pay.
1930hrs: i got myself home, by cab i think. all's a wee bit funny in the head. don't know what happened. but once i sat down. i slept. didn't even eat my roti prata from ameen.
2149hrs: i wake. everything is warped looking. i'm serious.
warped looking.
big and small.
fat and skinny.
colours queer.
2155hrs: i think:
"you have to take your medicine."
there it sits, 2 metres from me on the dining table.
"have to reach for it."
i think about reaching for it for 3 minutes before taking action. then i wait again.
"i need water."
(it says take after food. what food? you mean my 2 hour old roti prata?)
2200hrs: i get up off my seat. staggering to the kitchen. (oh yes. no one is home.) medicine on table. thinking:
"shiates. i need to puke. no one to clean up if it's anywhere but the toilet. go to the toilet. now."
i sit by the throne, there's nothing. haven't eaten ALL DAY. nothing. i think i had 2 sips of water when t. came over tho.
next.
i think: "i need to call someone for help."
i actually sit by the throne and say "help. someone help me." several times.
"maybe if i said it louder, my neighbours might hear me?"
i say help many many many times. and as if in answer, my phone upstairs rings. i know who.
thank god. but it's too far to answer. it gave me the strength tho, cos i knew someone was listening to me.
somehow. : )
"where's my handphone? sofa. go to the sofa. get to the sofa. go valerie.
sofa. now."
i
crawl. yes. on all fours. flat on the floor. to the sofa.
i reach the sofa, an arms length away and stretch with all that was in me for my phone.
speed dial. 8. but i didn't press call.here's how it works. i have mum, out of the country. dad, who just flew in, who also has no idea his way around singapore. older brother who's with my mum, in france til 4th july. and my younger brother, whose hp number i have not a clue what it is.
so speed dial 8.
cancel.
speed dial 8.
cancel.
speed dial 8.
cancel.
i pray that my brother comes home soon. soon. soon.
sOON.
2230hrs: i finally decide to call speed dial 8.
my call is cancelled. i wait. speed dial 8 calls back. good.
"hi."
"hello. are you alright?"
"
help."
"huh?"
"help."
"ok, i'm on my way down now."
i try to make my way back my fridge. fever's running a lil high now. i take water from my fridge and try to drink it. maybe it might help?
didn't get very far with that either.
sat by my fridge
in my kitchen
all alone
in my house
waiting
with some fever of a crack.
it's a beautiful day.
don't really know how long it is before i hear footsteps at my door. it's my brother.
"wayne?"
"yeah."
then all i remember was trying to get myself from next to the fridge, out of the kitchen. wayne saw me on the floor, lying down.
"what's wrong?"
"i've got a fever."
"do you have medicine?"
"i haven't taken. it's on the table."
wayne takes my medicine.
"i couldn't get you. i called laurence. call him back. speed dial 8. call."
handphone's been in hands since sofa incident.
wayne takes handphone from me.
i hear cab stopping out back.
"i think laurence's here." i say
wayne on phone: "yeah come on in."
enters laurence.
and so it is, for the next 3 hours, the boys take care of me. iced packs. cold towels. crushed medicine in a mixture of sorts (urk.) hot soup.
yes, now laurence has seen me at my worst possible. i don't even look like this when i'm drunk.
here's my kudos:
1. mr in black, elliot lin. thanks for everything. thanks really.
2. 2 men in van. i didn't get your names but thank you so much.
3. bing. thanks for taking my place at work last minute
4. wayne. for being the annoying brother you weren't last night : )
5. mr laurence for rushing down to help me out. i cannot name any other because he deserves it for coming in the middle in the night after hearing me say help. and here i shall say my thanks and my apologies for stealing him away from his night out with his friends ; )
6. nokia. for coming up with speed dial. even when they made their 8250. yes
my 8250.
7. to God. for friends like laurence. 'cos, i would have no idea what i would've done if not for him. muchos gracias.
and that was my story.
you better appreciate my 2 hours worth on a saturday afternoon. *grin*
and yes, i'm feeling much much better. : )
ttfn, this is me. out.