What an ending.

Rotten luck.
As if my week wasn't bad enough. Now, I have to end it with a fever.
I woke up feeling very uncomfortable and unwell, only to realise I was running a temperature. I asked my brother where the thermometer was, he conveniently shrugged his shoulders and told me to look for it myself. I warned him not to tell my dad about me, but no, he had to do so. Then I crawled back to bed. That action of his made me sleep in no peace at all. My dad constantly came in to check on me, persuading me to get a doctor. Nothing new.

When I officially got out of bed, I was feeling a tad better. Just that I still had dizzy spells. However, that didn't ruin my appetite for some Tom Yum soup. I don't know why, but I would always crave for spicy food when I am ill, especially Tom Yum soup. I can still remember my vomiting symphony vividly.
Shudders.

I indulged myself with ice cream, brownie and chocolates. But apparently, I was couch-ridden. I thought I would get better so long as I was a little bit active. Guess I was wrong. By the time evening curtain was drawn, my temperature went up to 38.2 degree Celsius.

I thought it couldn't have gotten any worse. Guess I was wrong again. It shot up to 38.7 degree Celsius. I finally gave up and put away my obstinate front, and popped in a paracetamol tablet. Miraculously, my temperature dropped to 37.8 degree Celsius. I was surprised as I never knew the medication is that effective. Paracetamol sure does wonders. I am a whole lot better now.


HAPPY MERRY BIRTHDAY, DEAREST!
I will always love you, best friend.
I miss you so much :D