I'm 22.
Lol.
Crazy huh.
Celebrated it this year at home with mom, dad and my sis.
I'm actually still recovering from dengue.
Got it last week and it completely knocked me off my feet.
Terribly high fever, dizziness, lack of appetite, intense nausea, vomiting, diarrhoea. I honestly felt like I was dying.
I couldn't support myself enough to even sit up.
Parents finally came down over the weekend. Did a blood test and was immediately admitted.
Platelet count dropped steadily for quite a few days.
Stupid, stupid dickhead doctor in Johor Specialist (Dr Faizal) said I could go back and that I didn't need to be admitted. There I was, unable to move or eat and he was giving me this shit. And he didn't look any of us in the eye when he spoke, he looked like a cave man with all that facial hair going on and he refused to hear us speak or answer any of our questions. Racist bastard. If not for my condition I would have honestly caused a hell of a scene in the A&E department that day.
Was in the hospital for some time but then mom and dad decided it was time to take me home because we knew none of the physicians in Johor and they were so helpless.
Came back this week and got admitted again, this time we knew everyone and it made all the difference.
Did so many blood tests both my arms are blue-black from where they drew blood.
Missed my finals exams this week. Have been ordered to rest for the next three to four weeks until I'm back on my feet again.
I'm still exceptionally weak. Every time I move my muscles it feels like I've just run a marathon or lifted something very, very heavy.
Can't walk without some sort of support.
Good thing is my platelet count is slowly increasing again and my PCV is going down so at least there's some sort of improvement,
It's like my whole life's on hold until this whole thing blows over.
I'm just really glad to be home.
And alive.
And to have gotten a Haagen Dazs ice cream cake this year.
Silver linings, eh.
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