No. Really. I am in Singapore.

And now at 12.19am, as I am chatting to 2 colleagues, and psyching myself up to go to work tomorrow……

………. my fever is back to 38.1.

And today, I managed to drag myself into the hot sun for something really unexpected(already arranged too long ago, cannot postpone, so I dragged my sorry ass out).

I did the wrong thing of heading for dinner thereafter, thinking I can function like a proper human being.

I felt sick and headed for home before I could catch up with rest of the girlies.

NOW?! After watching the replay of team USA men winning the relay, I think the heat got to me.

And last Friday, my boss apparently asked 2 of my colleagues if I was overseas for a holiday instead.

I can only think that he suspects I am in Beijing all these while, since my previous trip to CL finals was a stunt too many find hard to forget.

I am cold. No. I am hot. No. I am just having my brains fried.

I think the main reason to my grouchiness these days, besides the fact that my brains are fried, is that I am losing faith.

I used to be so hopeful. Hopeful of people, hopeful of friends, hopeful of relationships, hopeful of the good of people.

I stopped being so.

Someday, I wish the hope will come back to me. Yet I am wary that all the disappointments being hopeful might bring.

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I can’t believe it.

I am still having a fever, and I still can’t to sleep well.

My doctor prescribed me with 3 days of Ponstan, and it is now day 3.

Don’t tell me I have to see a doctor again for the 3rd time in less than a week.

ROARRRR~

Now, I have to pick Minibean up. I didn’t expect that I am still this unwell.

I had a shower and I was shivering throughout, even though the sun was blazing so brightly just now(not sure about now, but I can hear thunder).

I feel weaker today than yesterday and I feel my muscles and tight and aching.

I am whining about this fever so much that I can’t even stand myself anymore.

Have a great weekend peeps!

After watching the magnificent display of Beijing Olympics’ opening(I certainly wasn’t expecting that much! But Chinese being Chinese being the ones who care about “face value” the most… I shouldn’t be THAT surprised), I am seriously awed.

I should know. I am a Chinese, not a Chinese chinese but still a Chinese, so I know how the “cannot lose” mentality works.

And I would love to see how the English top it off at the next game (wah lau, things there so expensive, and if they import also lagi expensive!).

If you have been to China’s trade shows, you will know that they are well capable of coming up of such productions, there is a reason why so many of our stuff are produced in China.

Economical, good, and innovative.

Besides the dazzling display…

My favourite part was the part where I learnt to pronounce all the participating countries’ names(of course the one announce by the commentator and not the live hosts at the stadium), and thinking to myself how I never knew some of these countries exist. And then you realise, this is about sportsmanship, and it doesn’t matter how sensitive some of their backgrounds might be.

I was silently pleased with myself when I trying to gauge when the teams I wanna see are coming out.

As the countries are lined up based on the number of strokes to the Chinese characters, I was glad my “predictions” came pretty accurate – meaning I still remember how to count the strokes to the characters, as well as knowing the characters to these countries well.

So my toilet breaks were nicely timed.

I enjoyed seeing people of different race coming together, and seeing the excitement of the countries who took part in the games for the very first time, and then knowing how some of the countries are too poor and had never won a medal, but still relentlessly take part in every game, because honour to them, is not to have the most splendid ra-ra opening or the most number of medals, BUT completing the competition itself for their countries.

And now…

After watching the opening, how will National Day Parade match up tomorrow?

Of course cannot compare, I know.

Anyway, I am in bed for the 3rd day in a roll. After taking my Ponstans, my fever still hovers at 38 for the whole of today.

Okay, but at least it is 37.9 now. And cos I already took 2 Ponstans at the prescribed timing, I seriously don’t want to OD myself.

So I am just gonna accept the fact that I am just HOT. Like, seriously, very HOT.

I finally took a bite this dinner, and it’s my only meal for the past 2 days.

And after putting on weight, I am half glad seeing 49 on the scales.

But I am not glad how I am still bed-bound.

And today, I am too much of a chicken to shower. Again.

I am still running a fever.

That is, even after 2 x 2 doses of Ponstan.

I went back to the same doctor today, after my fever finally subsided a little, and the weather was good enough for me not to faint outdoors.

I haven’t eaten anything today yet though it is no longer today as it is nearing 12.30am.

I was given two days MC, meaning I might give tomorrow workday a miss if I am still feeling too groggy. I was jokingly saying that my long MC stint is gonna get me sacked.

The doctor gave me an additional 20 pills for my nose(10 days dosage), on top of the 6 I complained of(maybe he psychic, knows what I wrote in my blog) in my blog, after seeing the state I was in when I staggered into his room.

I now have 2 bottles of cough syrup. tons of lozenges. And many runny nose tablets to KO me.

I spoke to my baby today and she roars like a lion. So cute and it cheered my day up. I feel as if I am quarantined, you know?

Mum specifically instructed over her nagging session that I shouldn’t be anywhere near her.

But! I finally showered after 2 days of no bathing. Hehehehe.

My lips chapped too much from dehydration. I scared doctor want to drip me.

So what could get worse from yesterday after my visit to the clinic? Or rather, after my previous post?

I went to take a nap, and when I woke up, the sore throat is miraculously gone(or rather, my throat is all numb from the lozenges, but I can feel the throat is swollen).

But my nose was caked with dried goo.

My sore throat made me drool all over the pillow and bed.

And then, I was shivering and feeling extremely unwell.

How suey you tell me? After my trip to the doctor’s, I got fever. And my sniff sniff goo became green, and thick, and I was breathing like those perverts over the phone. And! I started coughing badly.

I felt warm, I was delirious, and I couldn’t find fever medication.

So, for the whole of yesterday, I saw the temperature shot up to almost 39, and then back to 38.5 and there about.

I couldn’t sleep even though I took 2 medications that were supposed to make me drowsy.

I was threatened with a cold bath, and I refused to go through that agony. I settled for the ice pack instead.

I woke up every hour in the night, to either wrap tissue dumplings, or to check my temperature cos I could feel the heat from my duvet.

It has been 18 hours since my fever, and I am still having a fever at 38.3, as of now. And I think my body has grown used to the heat, and besides being a little shiverish and feeling weak, I thought I was good enough to head back to work.

I don’t remember the last time I had such an uncomfy fever, cos normally, they go away as fast as they came.

This one, I tell you, made me so delirious that I was mumbling gibberish at one point last night.

And because it happened after my trip to the doctor, I will need to head back to get another day of MC off. Grr….

And yesterday he only gave me lozenges, 6 tablets for runny nose(for 3 days), and antibiotics.

I had to self medicate last night digging all the medication from wherever. Everything but fever medication, cos I seldom get high fever.

And I ran out of aspirin. My dad’s paracetamol looked extremely tempting, but I don’t want to tempt fate(I am allergic to it).

And I still couldn’t sleep.

But at least, I can talk now.

Bah.