My family and I celebrated Father's Day (Saturday, 19 June 2010) at Geylang, and after dinner we settled for desserts at some durian store. That was one of the biggest mistake, ever. I had this bite, the biggest and deadliest bite (I've ever had in my life) and I jokingly told my mom, "Wa, imagine kanna dengue."
Don't know is my mouth suay or what, but 4 days later (Wednesday, 23 June 2010) I started feeling lousy all over and had fever through the night for a few days. I think some time back I mentioned my 39.5°C fever. At that point of time, I thought I gained some superhero ability like the "Human Torch" from Fantastic 4 ...because I was burning up!
Visited the doctor, but it didn't help make the fever go away. Then all the other symptoms started to set in, like odd looking rashes on my arms (first) then the rest of my body, my eyes felt painful, loss of appetite (who has good appetite when they're unwell?) and horrifyingly bad nausea/vomiting.
I wasn't diagnosed with Dengue then, but my father whose symptoms developed later than mine did and got admitted to the hospital due to low platelet count and he needed transfusion :( His liver got affected at some point, but he didn't tell ANY of us at all. HOW CAN?!
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After 2 visits to the doctor with no improvement, my mom decided to bring me to the A&E (Monday, 28 June 2010) to check my blood count and condition. For at least half the day, I was in the hospital waiting, drawing blood (for blood test), waiting, going for a drip (to ease the nausea/vomiting & hydrate my body) which took more than 2 hours and more waiting, and getting results from the doctor, and waiting to pay + get medication. Waiting time in the hospital sucks, but sucks even MORE when you're feeling like shit.
It was my FIRST time taking blood test, and it's ...... no fun at all. This inexperienced nurse didn't do a good job, and I walked groggily away with a hand dripping with blood. The doctor said my blood count is lower than average, but good enough to stay at home (to recuperate). I've never felt happier, nor have I felt more like a baby. When I had my drip, all I wanted was my family to be with me but nobody was there and I was scared. Knowing I can return home was fantastic news.
That night, I tossed and I turned in bed ..... did not get a wink of sleep at all. I wondered why I couldn't sleep, and I swear I was so restless + frustrated......I now know why, because ........ (I only found out in the later part)
The next morning (Tuesday, 29 June 2010), I had to go to the polyclinic to get my platelet count again to make sure everything's alright. Except, I was feeling shittier than ever. My whole body felt (there's no better word to use than) shitty, I kept grinding my teeth and I was still so dizzy/light-headed.
While waiting for my turn at the polyclinic, I started to have cold sweat all over and my head was lighter than a balloon pumped with helium. The next thing I know? I fainted and 'collapsed' in my chair. Hysterical, my mother knocked on the doctor's door and asked if she could see me right away. I was put on a wheelchair, and as soon as the ambulance arrived, I was sent to NUH.
They isolated me in this scary looking fever ward. More blood test, and more drips. My body started to feel funnier. I couldn't control my body movements, my left hand swayed a little on its own (I know it sounds funny..), my neck/mouth twisted like a person with stroke. Not fun at all yo. What's worse, is that when I told the nurse I wasn't feeling good she didn't bother :(
There was this young lady doctor who came to ask me questions.....shan't elaborate, but she's very arrogant la. Then I was told that I had to be warded for a day/night to be observed. They called my mother, and soon I had her by my side again <3 Thank goodness (any better word than goodness?) .....'cause the next thing I couldn't look straight and had my eyeballs rolled back, my mouth twisted so damn badly with my teeth clenched so tightly and I was shaking in bed like somebody with fits.
You can imagine the terror I had, but I think it was worse for my mother.
My mother quickly got the doctor to attend to me, and as soon as they injected something in me I blacked out ...only to wake up with oxygen tubes, and random tubes all over.
The reason for this, is 'cause of the nausea/vomiting drip that I had on the first visit to A&E. According to the doctor, it was side effects that young women at my age are more reactive to. So lame right? Then still give me for what? ;(
I couldn't get off the bed, and the whole night I had to pee so many times (must be due to the hydrating drip I was under) ...so I had to pee in a 'container' on the bed 4 times with the nurse collecting each time. Again, I couldn't sleep. 2 sleepless, treacherous nights. Sigh.
The next half day, again blood tests taken here, there, everywhere (oh so painful story behind I've told many of you) ...I was bored, and had my phone with me so I snapped a picture for fun.
- Waiting to be discharged -
After that I had to stay at home for 15 days and then.......the fun begins all over :):)
And, randomly drove over to Sentosa to take the Skyride + Luge (where I had my Marilyn Monroe moment).
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