If you haven't read Part 1, go read that first!
My accident brought about many things, the first that came was the first 2 hours of great sleep I've had since the fever started, but then a prompt trip to the doctor, again, this time we proceeded to go to the general Hospital. Having just hurt my head, I didn't really like the idea but my mom insisted, trying to cure it before it got any worse. The general hospital would be cheaper (that's why I chose to go there instead of a specialist) but I did not expect the excruciating wait. By fever had the tendency of shying away from doctors, such was so as during the trip, I was the least in pain. The hospital was hot so I of course I bathed in my own sweat. And I felt so bad since we had to wait for such a long time but my parents never blamed me.
Time came and we finally met the doctor, a little meet and greet before we started but then came the usual affair of asking how I felt and talk of my symptoms, she worrying more that I was dehydrated. If you've ever had fever for more than 3 days, any doctor would want a blood test. So I got one, again, the first time being a trip to the specialist between this doctor and the first (which I forgot to mention in the first post because we went to so many doctors, guys!). I told her it's not dengue, we already went for a blood test, I have the results. "Nevermind we do a bloodtest," Great, another needle going in me. Hate needles.
It didn't help that the "needle guy" wasn't really good at his job (I guess, he was still in training?), me being well covered (an expression I thank Obelix for) he had trouble finding the vein and proceeded to draw blood from the side of my wrist. Yes, the side of your wrist where it's really bony, I looked away, the pain came and then more pain came, he hit my bone... and yet no blood was drawn. He called his friend and good God that guy was amazing, he did my other hand and he drew blood in less than 30 seconds. Hey other guy, learn from this guy, that was so awesome, I could almost forgive you. ALMOST. Another reason why my skin was punctured was because the doctor wanted to put me on drip. She was extremely worried of how dehydrated I was, so as I was waiting for my results, they let me lie down and just rest. Turns out the trainee that missed my vein forgot to make sure to get the water flowing so I basically sat for about half an hour with a needle in my wrist FOR NO REASON. It was later that his friend (yea the awesome one) came to check on me and correct his mistake.
The results came, I didn't have dengue (told you so) and they gave me paracetamol as we left. We burned 4 hours (and a dollar, cause it's a general hospital), I felt bad for my parents for the long wait, I got a needle stuck in me and my blood drawn, and in the end, all we got was panadols. And some hydration but I only got half of what I was supposed to get so it don't count y'all. I'd be totally fine if they were looking for something else that was wrong with me but telling me I don't have dengue and that it was a fever caused by viral infection even though I already told you I didn't have dengue and just getting painkillers seemed bit counterproductive for a 4 hour wait.
It just so happened that the day I went to the hospital was one of the days where my fever was at it's lowest. The next day I proceeded back to feeling horrible, a nice cocktail of lethargy, headaches and a burning fever. It didn't help that my appetite was so bad, I was mostly eating fruits, an apple and an orange for every meal. I got so worried for myself that I forced myself to eat bread because I wasn't getting any carbohydrates. I didn't feel like eating anything so I ate bread with... Wait for it... Ice cream. You should never complain about having to eat ice cream, but knowing that you're eating bread with ice cream because you can't eat anything else doesn't have the same ring to it. Solid foods were totally out, I've hardly eated any meat but considering the fact that I had a hard time even getting out of bed, energy and energy from the bread and ice cream would have to do.
I wasn't getting better, my lack of sleep taking its usual toll, so we went to the doctor again the next Monday (the specialist from before and this marks the second week of my fever). The worst doctor visit ever because this time, my fever was done being shy. He could see it, we had my blood drawn, but this time, I had new problems, I had trouble peeing (an experience I would compare to squeezing water out of a rock, the rock being my bladder) and I haven't expelled since I got the fever. Which was like more than a week already. So I got new medicine, one for peeing and one for pooping. The pee medicine certainly did it's job, I did feel like peeing, all the time in fact, but it didn't make it any easier, it was still extremely hard to relieve myself (this sounds sooooo wrong, FYI, each session taking 10-15 minutes). To add to that, after my fall, my parents had me sleep in their room just in case I faint again so I was getting up every hour, which was harder to do since I was sleeping on the floor (I almost fell countless times, my body already forgetting how to balance itself) to pee... It felt nice and comforting knowing that your parents are close but the other part is something even I wouldn't wish for anyone. Pee medicine with a rock for a bladder, something so whimsical sounding yet so painful and torturous.
I regained my appetite near the end of my second week, which I was incredibly thankful for, come here you amazing fried noodles you, but my fever, lethargy and headache are still here to stay I guess. I was thinking of spending the Chinese New Year holiday playing games with my twin brother but how can I if I can't even sit up? Would I feel good enough to do all those things when he comes home for the holiday next week?
To be continued in Part 3
WOW!!! How long has it been since my last post? But I've just started my third week in the last year of university so things have finally started to settle down, classes are in order in my new campus and all I have to do is not fail. I hope I can continue to post regularly like when I was on holiday. Just have to try and try again!
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