Haven't been writing for a long time now. Fell really sick four days ago and many things just came up. Feeling ill is one thing which i have not endured for a long time and i almost forgot how it's like to be really sick that i took many things for granted upon my life. That was four days ago, until i woke up one morning feeling the world is turning around and i couldn't get up at all! No appetite; no strength; no joy; no peace, just pain. All over.
Boy, i really hate being sick. Not only the doctor demanded that i undergo transfusion which i felt
even weaker upon hearing, i felt so weak to the extent that i couldn't get up on my own and do simple stuff like taking water and stuff. I'm scared that i will not be able to get up, and see this beautiful world again. I'm scared that i couldn't see Hubby, parents, sisters and friends again. I'm scared the beginning of my 24 years is actually the end. There are so much things which i still want to do and achieve. My life has so much more.
Back to the story, just after my parents left back to KK, the following night, i had a very bad pain on my lower abdomen just below the tummy. Along with the pain, i had a frequent urge to urinate but despite the urge, only a small amount is passed. Worst came when i felt a painful, burning feeling when passing out, and i saw some blood in my urine. Next morning, Hubby awake me shouting that my head was burning. He has taken my temperature the night before and retook it again that morning, and my temperature has gone up to 39.5oC! I couldn't wake up at all and don't recall what actually happened after that now, but after some ding dong, i was given some medicines (big ones!) which mom-in-law has kindly helped me buy.
By that evening, i was taken to the hospital and that was where the doctor decided i should be put under antibiotic transfusion for 3 days after some blood and urine tests. The second day i still had fever and the doctor changed to 5 days. The third day, my body began to show some allergic symptoms: burning rashes all over, so the doctor prescribed another antibiotic and decided i should undergo the transfusion for further 4 days. The fourth day, same medication but the nurses couldn't locate a good spot to poke into my blood vessels on both hands that i was 'graciously' poked five times (which i shedded few tears on) until the right spot was found. Today will be the fifth day, and don't know what will be happening later. Just pray they can find a good spot.
Nevertheless, i praise God for seeing me through and healing me that i can write this blog today.

















