Friday, August 03, 2007

Wednesday Afternoon. 01 Aug 2007

i struck with a temperature in the afternoon. Apart from all the cold shivers i had, the suffered body was driven to lay on the floor. Even with my uniform on, the additional two couldn't make any difference. With a body shaking, i pushed myself to having my clothes changed and headed for Bedok poly clinic.

The pain rose to suffer my bones. The agony of temperature and excruciating cartilage saps every of last energy i had. I took every step cautiously to the healing center, the world past me but no one knew.

My temperature: 38 degrees

Wednesday Night. 01 August 2007

I could have died. My brains were scorched. My limbs were rooted to the bed. I could no longer lift up the tiniest pinky finger. i was lamed. The fantasy that took me around made me realized i was part of the FANTASTIC FOUR guy. I thought i could "FLAME ON" with my fingers-I did try-that's really terrible. The brain wasn't mine, i though i could be Einstein. I'm not kidding. I was uttering rubbish and hallucinating.

A little more love came in when my parents took over. They were in-charged. Now, my body was back to theirs and they sprung into action. The towels, the fans, the blankets etc. They knew what to do. All i could do was to imagine i could live another day. I kept thinking i needed a drip then i fell asleep. When i woke up, the pain caused me to think about the drip again. These thoughts addicted me deeper, harder.

More love poured when char called and showed concern. As i laid sideways on the phone, the heat stricken hot tears down my cheeks and drowned the microphone. I thought i would just lay till my eyes open no more. Nowhere to seek help, i got her to pray for me. That moment, the angels were passing by...

Then i sincerely prayed inside....

The peace that transcends all understanding dawn. Nobody could except Him. Powerless i was, He stood Powerful. Exhausted i was, He proved strength. Darkness i was in, He showed light. Plain Zero, He was my HERO.

N i felt better in the little corner of my heart.

The battle continues. The cost was worth a higher stake...

My temperature: 40.3 degrees

Thursday Evening. 02 August 2007

No solid food still. I'd puke if anything goes in. Temperature still up on the 38.5. Doesn't sound good but much better. Or was i right? <3 style="font-weight: bold;">Friday Morning. 03 August 2007

I was delivered. Fever went down and I'm back to my normal temperature. Just that my throat still lingers the pain from a swollen tonsil. Well, at least the battle was well fought. Throughout this ordeal, its been tough and i've certainly learn something out of it...

Don't proclaim or speak of anything negative.

You'll be fine with lots of love. God can offers lots and people too!

My temperature: 37.2

My normal temperature: 36.8

I'm getting there!...


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