39.3

That must have been some fierce virus. As far as I can recall, I don’t remember having a fever that couldn’t be brought down by paracetamol. But yes, it reached a peak of 39.3 degrees C. I spent nearly a week mostly sleeping, feeling sick, trying to eat and being stressed out by the amount of medicine I had to take. It was the worst bout of flu I had ever had.

Being very ill made me feel like a child again. There were many things I couldn’t do or didn’t feel like doing and my parents were doing them for me. Towards the last day of my MC, I was feeling better and starting to enjoy my days of rest at home watching TV or sleeping. Of course it felt extremely miserable at first, as if I would take forever to shake off the illness. So any show of concern made me very touched. My dad continuously helped me change the towel on my forehead to help lower my temperature. My mum tried to cook easy-to-eat stuff to coax an appetite out of me. Even a simple ‘Take care!’ sms from friends made me feel better. I am grateful to them.

I didn’t visit forums during this period. And surprisingly I found that I didn’t miss it as much as I thought I would. I am still playing catching up now which is pretty tiring, and something that I will have to do again in August and probably in November. Having been so ill made me realise who are the most important people to me. Perhaps I have been spending too little time with them. I still love Sammi and Hocc and my music very much. But still, when I’m in trouble, they won’t be doing anything for me. I don’t expect them to anyway. In a way, this few days of illness has given me another perspective in life.