Status... Recovered!
After answering the call of nature, I beamed with joy when I saw the feces - it was solid. So, what's the big deal with solid feces? Almost everyone excrete solid waste everyday. Am I going nuts? Nah... You see, when you're having the runs (I mean real bad kind) for two straight days, it's really great to be passing out solid waste.
Chronology Start
Sunday. 0440
My stomach felt like there was a hurricane building up in there. I barely had time to make it to the toilet before soiling myself. Moments after I stepped out of the toilet, I rushed back in, only to fire a second salvo. After the second onslaught, I made it further this time - to my room. Luck was not with me, for a third round came, forcing me to dash to the toilet. The rapid and sudden loss of fluids combined with fatigue managed to knock me out. But not before I swallowed 2 charcoal tablets.
Sunday. 1150
I woke up from a bad dream. Can't exactly remember what it was but it wasn't good. My tongue and throat were parched. The cramps and pains were gone but I took 2 more charcoal tablets for good measure.
Sunday. 1430
I enjoyed lunch - a plate of vegetarian bee hoon with some barley drink. My stomach felt OK. Or so I thought.
Sunday. 1530
I repeated what I did in the early morning, this time round, with greater intensity.
Sunday. 1750
I vomited what is left of the lunch that was not expelled out earlier on. I felt my body temperature rising.
Sunday. 1940
Oral temperature registered at 37.8 degrees Celsius, approximately 1.3 degrees higher than my normal temperature. Mom passed me 2 paracetamol tablets and commented, "Hiya! Army boy how come stomach so weak?" Curled up in bed and shivering, I was too busy experiencing the debilitating effects of feeling cold and hot simultaneously to put up a rebuttal. I gulped down the meds and drifted off into intermittent sleep.
Sunday. 1140
Oral temperature registered at 37.7 degrees Celsius. Not much of an improvement there, so I downed another 2 paracetamol tablets. I had to get well, or at least well enough to attend class the next day.
Monday. 0648
The fever has gone down but I felt totally wasted. I managed to consumed a slice of bread, only to excrete it out in a mixture of runny waste and mucus a few hours later. Same thing goes for the lunch - a pile of gooey goo. I took 2 charcoal tablets before going to bed.
Tuesday. 0703
I took 2 charcoal tablets, telling myself, "This it it. If my next crapping session does not improve, I'm going to get some professional help and get myself examined."
Tuesday. 1440
Refer to the very first sentence of this post. Since I've more or less recovered, I shall forgo seeing a doctor. Unless things get bad again.
Chronology End
I did a quick check on the Internet based on the symptons that I exhibited and it turns out that I may be suffering from an acute case of bacterial/viral infection in the digestive system; that explains the fever.
I guess it's just another case of food poisoning for me. However, this is not the worst. The worst was when I vomited 8 times and had diarrhoea 3 times within a span of 3 of hours. Although I was not enfeebled by fever then, the sheer loss of fluids through vomitting was equally terrible.
Could it be luck? Or perhaps genetics? I seem to be pretty prone to food poisoning. Or maybe I should just be more careful of what I attempt to ingest. Oh yes, Mom had the same bee hoon that I ate, so the cause was something before the bee hoon. I suspect that it has something to do with my dinner on Saturday night. Oh well, I will just blame it on pure (bad) luck. After all, it is statistically possible for me to get food poisoning for every single food item I eat, isn't it?
I think I've digressed quite a bit. My aim of this post is to say how great it felt to be free from sickness - it really is. The feeling of knowing that I have somewhat recovered is... simply exhilarating. No more "peeing" via the anus. No more taking medicine. No more lying on the bed, feeling frail and helpless. No more feeling ill and sickly.
I had a small debate with Andrew some time ago on the issue of "health vs wealth". He is in the opinion that health is more important than wealth, while my stance is that wealth ranks first. His reasoning was that health cannot be bought regardless of wealth and if one is healthy, life would be much better than compared to being sick but rich. I countered, saying that assuming one has great wealth, a multitude of health problems can be solved. For instance, if a rich chap suffers from kidney or heart disease, he can simply buy a replacement organ off the black market. Furthermore, the rich can better afford to spend on tonics and what-nots to strengthen their bodies, thus achieving the effect of been healthy.
After this recent episode of food poisoning, I soften my stance a little. It is somewhat true that health matters more than wealth. Even I have infinite wealth, I doubt there's much doctors can do to alleviate my suffering when I was writhing in agony on my bed. Well, short of giving me a morphine shot to either euthanise me or to reduce my pain, that is. They simply can't offer any pancea that can transform me instantly from a sick person to one who is perfectly healthy.
As a Chinese saying goes, life sucks 80% to 90% of the time. That being said, I really want to revel in my newly recovered form, the rare 10% to 20% of life that is truly great.
Chronology Start
Sunday. 0440
My stomach felt like there was a hurricane building up in there. I barely had time to make it to the toilet before soiling myself. Moments after I stepped out of the toilet, I rushed back in, only to fire a second salvo. After the second onslaught, I made it further this time - to my room. Luck was not with me, for a third round came, forcing me to dash to the toilet. The rapid and sudden loss of fluids combined with fatigue managed to knock me out. But not before I swallowed 2 charcoal tablets.
Sunday. 1150
I woke up from a bad dream. Can't exactly remember what it was but it wasn't good. My tongue and throat were parched. The cramps and pains were gone but I took 2 more charcoal tablets for good measure.
Sunday. 1430
I enjoyed lunch - a plate of vegetarian bee hoon with some barley drink. My stomach felt OK. Or so I thought.
Sunday. 1530
I repeated what I did in the early morning, this time round, with greater intensity.
Sunday. 1750
I vomited what is left of the lunch that was not expelled out earlier on. I felt my body temperature rising.
Sunday. 1940
Oral temperature registered at 37.8 degrees Celsius, approximately 1.3 degrees higher than my normal temperature. Mom passed me 2 paracetamol tablets and commented, "Hiya! Army boy how come stomach so weak?" Curled up in bed and shivering, I was too busy experiencing the debilitating effects of feeling cold and hot simultaneously to put up a rebuttal. I gulped down the meds and drifted off into intermittent sleep.
Sunday. 1140
Oral temperature registered at 37.7 degrees Celsius. Not much of an improvement there, so I downed another 2 paracetamol tablets. I had to get well, or at least well enough to attend class the next day.
Monday. 0648
The fever has gone down but I felt totally wasted. I managed to consumed a slice of bread, only to excrete it out in a mixture of runny waste and mucus a few hours later. Same thing goes for the lunch - a pile of gooey goo. I took 2 charcoal tablets before going to bed.
Tuesday. 0703
I took 2 charcoal tablets, telling myself, "This it it. If my next crapping session does not improve, I'm going to get some professional help and get myself examined."
Tuesday. 1440
Refer to the very first sentence of this post. Since I've more or less recovered, I shall forgo seeing a doctor. Unless things get bad again.
Chronology End
I did a quick check on the Internet based on the symptons that I exhibited and it turns out that I may be suffering from an acute case of bacterial/viral infection in the digestive system; that explains the fever.
I guess it's just another case of food poisoning for me. However, this is not the worst. The worst was when I vomited 8 times and had diarrhoea 3 times within a span of 3 of hours. Although I was not enfeebled by fever then, the sheer loss of fluids through vomitting was equally terrible.
Could it be luck? Or perhaps genetics? I seem to be pretty prone to food poisoning. Or maybe I should just be more careful of what I attempt to ingest. Oh yes, Mom had the same bee hoon that I ate, so the cause was something before the bee hoon. I suspect that it has something to do with my dinner on Saturday night. Oh well, I will just blame it on pure (bad) luck. After all, it is statistically possible for me to get food poisoning for every single food item I eat, isn't it?
I think I've digressed quite a bit. My aim of this post is to say how great it felt to be free from sickness - it really is. The feeling of knowing that I have somewhat recovered is... simply exhilarating. No more "peeing" via the anus. No more taking medicine. No more lying on the bed, feeling frail and helpless. No more feeling ill and sickly.
I had a small debate with Andrew some time ago on the issue of "health vs wealth". He is in the opinion that health is more important than wealth, while my stance is that wealth ranks first. His reasoning was that health cannot be bought regardless of wealth and if one is healthy, life would be much better than compared to being sick but rich. I countered, saying that assuming one has great wealth, a multitude of health problems can be solved. For instance, if a rich chap suffers from kidney or heart disease, he can simply buy a replacement organ off the black market. Furthermore, the rich can better afford to spend on tonics and what-nots to strengthen their bodies, thus achieving the effect of been healthy.
After this recent episode of food poisoning, I soften my stance a little. It is somewhat true that health matters more than wealth. Even I have infinite wealth, I doubt there's much doctors can do to alleviate my suffering when I was writhing in agony on my bed. Well, short of giving me a morphine shot to either euthanise me or to reduce my pain, that is. They simply can't offer any pancea that can transform me instantly from a sick person to one who is perfectly healthy.
As a Chinese saying goes, life sucks 80% to 90% of the time. That being said, I really want to revel in my newly recovered form, the rare 10% to 20% of life that is truly great.
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