AH


Woke up yesterday morning with a pair of super-swollen eyes.



Told you it's awfully swollen, didn't I?
And no, it's not some insect's bite.

Anyway, my temperature has been fluctuating up and down like a dysfunctional yo-yo ball. At 6am yesterday morning, it was 38.9oC. At 8am, after sipping a cup of Panadol Cold and Flu Hot Remedy, it dropped to a comfortable 37.7oC before increasing gradually again.

I was so lethargic that I hit the sack at 8pm last night. Before drifting off to dreamland, I took my temperature again and it read 38.9oc again.

I slept until 10.30pm last night, when I was roused from my sleep by a strong feeling of discomfort. Man, I could feel the heat emanating from my body. I felt like a human fire-torch.

I gave the oral thermometer a good shake, and popped it into my mouth yet again. To my dismal, it read a record-high reading of 39.5oC this time round. Mustering whatever strength I've left, I climbed out of my bed unwittingly, dragged myself into the kitchen, and made another cup of Panadol Cold and Flu Hot Remedy.

I know I'm not suffering much of a cold; but more of a fever, dry cough, and a blocked nose. But I need some paracetamol to bring my temperature down a little; I have no wish to get my brain fried alive. Desperation calls for desperate measures.

My head feels so heavy now. Went to the doctor this morning, and he gave me 3 medicine (1 for fever, 1 for influenza, and 1 for cough), all of which may cause drowsiness. Great. I took the medicine at 12pm today. And it knocked me out completely until 5pm. And it feels so good to have a nice, long, uninterrupted, deep sleep. I could hardly sleep well for the past few nights, and it seems to take ages for dawn to break.


Going for make-up cell (again) tomorrow at Tiong Bahru. Hopefully the temperature would have subsided a little by then.