Stung
As dictated by Faranza Syns
I've got a slight fever. Yes, that's good news, I suppose, considering that H1N1 constitutes of a high fever. Mine was only 38.1 degrees. It should be fine.
And I've got a slight tightness of chest. As in "Bloody hell, why's it so hard to breathe here?!" sort of thing. Funny thing is, when I saw the doctor yesterday, he diagnosed that I didn't have any difficulty in breathing. Well, tell that to my lungs, doc. Thank god, it's not a chest cold, again.
Anyways, I've been coughing and sneezing. My nose is running, and so on.
I suppose it's a false alarm. Just my brain being so scared that it convinced my body to show symptoms of H1N1. Bleargh, too bad you can't make my temp spike.
Either ways, that aside, the doctor told me to go to a General Hospital to do a throat swap. Just to clear our conscience, says he. I've got bacterial infection on my tonsils.
I've had scores of doctors going "whoooo" at my tonsils.
Granted, tonsils aren't that very important. Lots of people have lived without it. But ... I rarely get infections lately. Bleargh. Mind, a year ago, we got a referral letter from one of the doctors, telling me to see an ENT specialist (who is thankfully, my cousin). But we never got around to seeing her. And that referral letter is buried somewhere in my mom's old handbags.
If I have to get my tonsils cut off... I will murder someone.
But then again, I saw that one of the things that they serve people who went through tonsillectomy was ice cream.
Okay, maybe it won't be that bad.
Mind, I want raspberry ice cream. Can someone tell that to my mom in the event that I have to go through the operation?
Bleargh, I hate paranoid posts. I hate operations.
But then again, I wanna stay at Prince CourtHotel Hospital.
Decisions, decisions.
Anyways, I'm back to bed. Groggy as hell.
Note to self: Don't sleep with pillow. It blocks the airway.
Lousy one week.
Can't I talk to you at all?
And I've got a slight tightness of chest. As in "Bloody hell, why's it so hard to breathe here?!" sort of thing. Funny thing is, when I saw the doctor yesterday, he diagnosed that I didn't have any difficulty in breathing. Well, tell that to my lungs, doc. Thank god, it's not a chest cold, again.
Anyways, I've been coughing and sneezing. My nose is running, and so on.
I suppose it's a false alarm. Just my brain being so scared that it convinced my body to show symptoms of H1N1. Bleargh, too bad you can't make my temp spike.
Either ways, that aside, the doctor told me to go to a General Hospital to do a throat swap. Just to clear our conscience, says he. I've got bacterial infection on my tonsils.
Doc: Open your mouth.
Me: [opens mouth]
Doc: [looks in with help of flashlight] Whooo... [looks at Mom] Come take a look.
Mom: [moves closer to look] But doctor, she's always had swollen tonsils.
Me: [rolls eyes with mouth still hanging open]
I've had scores of doctors going "whoooo" at my tonsils.
Doc: [writes something into my med record] She should get her tonsils cut off.
Me: [cringe]
Granted, tonsils aren't that very important. Lots of people have lived without it. But ... I rarely get infections lately. Bleargh. Mind, a year ago, we got a referral letter from one of the doctors, telling me to see an ENT specialist (who is thankfully, my cousin). But we never got around to seeing her. And that referral letter is buried somewhere in my mom's old handbags.
If I have to get my tonsils cut off... I will murder someone.
But then again, I saw that one of the things that they serve people who went through tonsillectomy was ice cream.
Okay, maybe it won't be that bad.
Mind, I want raspberry ice cream. Can someone tell that to my mom in the event that I have to go through the operation?
Bleargh, I hate paranoid posts. I hate operations.
But then again, I wanna stay at Prince Court
Decisions, decisions.
Anyways, I'm back to bed. Groggy as hell.
Note to self: Don't sleep with pillow. It blocks the airway.
Lousy one week.
Can't I talk to you at all?
2 comments:
HOI!! get well soon woman!
ur worrying me la........
and go spam my cbox, it misses u..
hahaha
and u ARE going to prom...!
No, I'm not going. xD
I will go and spam your cbox right now. ;p
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