Not sure how the weekend had passed for me, nor how am I gonna survive the crucial week forward if it I ain’t gonna get well in time.

This was how Saturday was:

- Woke up feeling comfortable as the temperature dipped to low 37ish. Yay. Finished the ponstan given (prescribed for my throat actually).

- I have abs from all the coughing. Muscle aching whenever I cough again.

- Congested nose. Bearable though. Popped a fedac.

- Headed out for a friend’s new shop opening in the north, thinking I am feeling fine.

- Wrong move. Started to feel cold in the sun. Duh.

- Could feel myself baking internally. Drowsy and delirious from the temperature.

- Searched for this particular 24 hour clinic in Hougang for a long, long time cos I misread the address.

- Heard a voice on radio on board. I said, “Hey, that sounded like my lesbian ex-housemate when I was in London.” She said her name, and indeed, there she was, as a radio deejay now.

- Took my temperature at the counter: 38.9 degrees. Sian.

- Wore a mask and realised how effectively you could smell your own sickly, bad breadth which no amount of mint could wash it away.

- A familiar name was called out at the counter, and I was stunned. Surname, and dialect name were exact matches. I started looking around the clinic. The name was called out again and no one responded. Before the assistant corrected herself, and realised she called out wrongly. -Gulp- I was thinking how God really DO have a sense of humour.

- Told that I should “isolate” myself… you know how they now don’t do testing on a particular pandemic flu thingy?

- Young adults, he said, so most likely no underlying, I will fight it and recover. So doctor.. what are you trying to say?

- He said he would give me medication for my sore throat and congested nose. He had conveniently missed out when giving the prescription.

- The bill costs me fucking eighty fucking one fucking bucks. Not claimable cos the clinic I went to is not a clinic covered by my company.

- Popped one fever medication that he gave me, and the fever continued to stay above 38.5.

- Got home and I was surprised by my hearty appetite. I almost finished a big bowl of pork porridge with century egg(yum!). I usually can’t even finish half of it. But what else can I eat right? Someone offered to help the sickie with dinner on Friday and offered a Zinger. Duh. If I want, I would have ordered myself right? And Zinger.. seriously…

- Watched Freaky Friday just to pass time on Saturday.

- Cough subsided, but nose was heavily congested, was even hard to breathe through the mouth.

- Fedac. Drowsy.

- Drifted in and out.

- Watched Nanny. Could hardly keep myself awake.

- Wanted to stay up on a Saturday. Heart is willing but flesh is weak.

- Gonna tucked myself in but 7 hours after the fever medication was taken, temperature soaring again.

- Went to sleep at 2am. Cough syrup. Fever med.

- 7 am: woke up for toilet break and a fedac, and here I am.

- Wondering if I could make it for a wedding dinner tonight.

- Wondering if I could go back to work tomorrow.