Purge

Today wasn’t a very good day.

I woke up at 3am to purge myself, and three more times consecutively until 9am. No I am not bulimic. Caught a damned virus off my brother. Thanks a lot, kor.

Allow me to explain.

Kor came back on Thursday, after I returned from the Curve. Complained that he had some terrible bowel disorder, and he had to suck in whatever his body wanted to excrete from the posterior end throughout the three-hour journey from Batu Pahat. Claimed it’s something he caught from eating in the kampong angkat his team was working on. Apparently most of the med students that go to rural areas for this annual kampong angkat project return with some sort of digestive tract problem or diarrhea.

On Friday, he became sickly and down with fever. One thing about doctors is that they tend to be pessimistic and speculate the worst. Kor was musing over whether he had dengue or the Chikugunya disease. Here’s as how I recalled one of our conversations:

Me: “I think it’s just diarrhea.”
J’han: “No-lah, it’s something much worse…and I think I made it worse by holding it all in during that bus ride.”
Me: “Got take panadol or not?”
J’han: “Got, but until now no effect yet. Must be Chikugunya or dengue.”
Me: *raises a skeptical eyebrow, then goes off to install NWN*

And another one on Saturday.

Me: “Still not better?”
J’han: *something about rashes appearing after the fever*…and there is a fullness of the retro-orbit of the eye *goes on to explain about “retro” section and “orbit” of the eye*. Now I know what they meant in the books. Really wor got such thing! *slightly amazed*
Me: *gapes, then nods stupidly*

Before I knew it, I woke up that very night regurgitating the pineapples I had earlier on. It was funny as all that came out in all four vomiting occasions were just pineapples, mixed with an evident taste of bile. Went back to bed perched up against the bed stand with the bucket readily held to my chest in case my body decided that it didn’t want to digest my pineapples again. Didn’t go back to sleep or wake my parents, but instead sat there pondering on why pineapples? Perhaps the bile could not neutralize and alkaline the acidity of the citric fruit.

The vomiting was succeeded by a series of diarrhea (like I said, thanks kor!). That got me wondering how diarrhea happens—maybe my kidneys aren’t working? I wondered why I’ve never wondered how diarrhea works. Quite fascinating actually.

So yeah, stuck in alternate beds (once the current bed gets hot I move on to the next available one) throughout the day, didn’t eat breakfast or lunch. Forwent the SD Meet I was dying to go for, and my mum’s school dinner (the idea of eating an eight-course Chinese meal was revolting).

On a side note, I got a haircut (which took a whopping 2 hours) and might get it highlighted or something in the near future. Its not bad a cut, although now I’m more prone to bad hair days than good hair days.

Currently reading Cecelia Ahern’s P.S. I Love You—great book for crying your heart out. Here’s an excerpt that got me crying so hard that I had to pause to stifle the sobs. Don’t worry; I won’t spoil the book for you

“On the second of February at four o’clock in the morning, Holly held Gerry’s hand tightly and smiled at him encouragingly as he took his last breath and closed his eyes. She didn’t want him to be afraid, and she didn’t want him to feel that she was afraid, because at that moment she wasn’t. She felt relief – relief that the pain was gone, relief that she had been there to witness the peace of his passing. …and relief that the last thing he saw was her face smiling down at him, encouraging him and assure him that it was okay to let go.”

Will be going to Singapore once Daniel’s STPM is done and our passports made. It’s quite exciting as we get to reconcile with many friends and relatives there—Pa’s family, whom we have not seen since my granddad’s passing; Khai Yenn, my brilliant ASEAN scholar from Malacca studying in Singapore; Ah Ren, Julian and my uncle and aunty; Lee Mei and Sue Ann, fellow HSD comrades…did I miss out anybody?

Alright, off to play my wizard in NWN! Helluva difficult to use a wizard—gotta memorize spells before the battle and there are only so much spell slots you can have. However, you get more variety of spells than a sorcerer does. Had to respawn twice in the Hordes of the Underdark campaign. UGH. Cramping mah style.

EL