Tuesday, August 4, 2009
yesterday noon, i drag myself outta bed and found my entire body aching to every movement. the comtemplation to take MC was so strong with my nose dripping away, i made a pact with God, if i had fever, i'll nt go work, if not, i'll drag myself there. took my temp and verdict was: 37.4. bleah.
reluctantly, i put on my uniform and shoes and pull myself to the bus- stop. even sitting was a pain with the constant aches in my entire body. walking up the 'mountain' of SGH just made it worst.
finally, i made it to the ward and took my temp once more. 37.9!!! woohoo! and i threw in the white flag. can't work. went to staff clinic to see the sign at the door '1-2 break time' and i was like! WTH! urgh!!
so there i sat, with a raising temp that was causing me a mild headache, waiting for the drs to be back. frm their break. while i wither here slowly. all the time asking myself how could they hv break time thats not staggard like ours? its a hospital for goodness sake...break times.... irritating.
thank goodness,a book of edward cullen kept me company through for an hr.
exactly at 3, i started to grow more impatient. no longer could i focus on the book, the body aches were causing quite a distraction and i started pacing ard. with every of the million and one times the clinic nurses walked in and out raised the hope that my name or number be called, but always, they were fruitless hopes. till 345 did i finally managed to see the dr...after like almost 2hrs! rolls eye.
verdict: mc 3 days. viral infection. rest. if it gets worst, come back to me.
and there i am... sleeping at home for 3 days. zzzzzzzz