Down With Dengue

It was as nasty as it sound. Truth be told I was admitted to the hospital due to dengue. It was for a good 7 whole days and nights. As does everyone know, dengue doesn't have any cure. They only give fluids and more fluids and hoping that by the time the virus is beaten by the body's immune system, the patient will eventually get better.

Just to remind my future self, I'd like to rewrite the chronology of my sickness. So here goes...

Saturday 14/9/2013
I was healthy as horse, I swear. Then I went to get some ice cream in the middle of the night. The next thing I knew, I was shivering while sleeping in my bed. It felt like there's never enough blankets to make me feel warm.

Sunday 15/9/2013
I woke up with a pounding head, feverish and shivering from head to toe but still managed to drag myself to a wedding! Just to prove myself that I'm still strong despite the headache and fever. But I didn't manage to get anything into my stomach. Every food and drinks would just get out of my body effortlessly. Until there came the time that my parents pursued me to go to the hospital and I agreed. Mind you, I was and still strict about going to the hospital. Yes, I'm never fond of hospital since forever.

So off we went to Hospital Ampang. I was accompanied by my mom and 3rd sister. And by the time we reached the hospital, the emergency department was so packed with people! I swear I even convinced my mom to just go back home instead of waiting for another 50 other patients before me. And of course, my mom would never agree to my stupid suggestion.

I was sitting down, waiting for my turn to see the doctor. Then I felt the urge to throw up. I told my mom that I needed to go to the toilet, so my mom held my hands to accompany me to the loo. That when the scene happened. I remembered that I walked a few steps and then I went black out. I couldn't see anything, that's what I told my mom. I couldn't even feel my legs. They all felt like jelly and I fell to the floor. With cold, clammy hands, still wanting to puke but all I could see was darkness.

Then I was rushed into the emergency room where the doctors asked all kind of questions, drew some blood and even poke both of my hands with branulas. I remembered being transferred from the green zone to the red zone, which basically means that my condition was not improving. I heard someone said that my blood pressure was severely low despite all the fluids and drugs that they administered.

Around 12.30 am that was the time when a doctor came to me and told me that I cannot go home. That I needed to be admitted as soon as possible. That my blood results resembled the ones whom affected with dengue. My mom and sister decided not to stay the night but only stayed the night after.

Monday 16/9/2013
It was around 2 am when the ICU doctors came to visit me. They told me that I needed to be put into ICU since my condition was not near stable. But since the ICU beds were all occupied, the doctors decided that I stay in the ward instead. I wasn't really paying attention to what they were saying during that time. I was secretly hoping that I can get out of there the morning after!

Tuesday 17/9/2013
From this day onward, my temperature just went up, and up and never seemed to go down. Till there was a time that it reached 40.4 or 40.6 degree. I've tried my best to bath and put damp cloth on my head but nothing seemed to work.

Friday 20/9/2013
It was my dad's birthday yesterday. I sent him an SMS to wish him a happy birthday. 'Fun' fact though, do you know that there's one thing that I just couldn't cope with. Whenever I'm sick, I get super sad and emotional. Even thinking about how unfortunate Harry Potter's orphanage life makes me want to cry my eyes out. Sheesh.. seriously I still couldn't quite figure that one out.

Anyway, my temperature miraculously went down to normal on Friday evening. According to the hospital's protocol, I could only be discharged if my temperature stays normal for 48 hours. So there I was, with my sister, hoping that we could get out of there by Sunday.

Sunday 22/9/2013
I was discharged at 8 pm! I knew that I was really happy despite still being weak. But nothing beats the feeling of coming home :)

He Who Must Not Be Named

This cutie pie here sure is the little rascal at home! I should write about how we first met and laid eyes on each other. Haha. I'll put up another post about that later.

Not That Crazy

A weird looking monster. Lol.

Chocolate and Mint

My mom, my 3rd sister and I decided to fast last Thursday. Actually both my mom and sister have already started to qada' their  debts from the previous fasting month. I was the only one being lazy to start paying all the debts. Yes, I know it's not a good habit to keep.

Anyway, after the usual sahur with some old fashion oats, and Subuh prayer, I dived into my bed to take a nap. Just to let my wildest memories take me down to dreamland. To be honest, I can't quite remember my dreams most of the time. But I do remember that I dreamed of something. Just something.

So that particular morning, I dreamed of ice cream! Haha. The fasting session only started a few hours and I got to dream about ice cream? This ice cream was the pastel green mint+chocolate chips. Like the ones you get to see behind the glass counter of Baskin & Robins. Yup, one luxurious scoop of that ice cream on top of chocolate cone. As soon as I tried take the cone closer to take a mouthful bite.. I woke up!

Haha. Silly me, I know.

Can you imagine how tempting this guy can be? Now imagine it on top of a solid chocolate cone. 

**Image is from BaskinRobbins

Pastel & Petals

The other day, my mom suddenly decided to bake some cupcakes and voila! Magic happened! Well not really. There's no magic involved this time. It was just the normal baking stuff. My mom made the batter and my sister put them in the oven. Then I thought why not we give them cupcakes a make over. So there goes butter and sugar icing mixed with food colouring and sprinkles.

Honestly, we are no professional in cake decorating, but it turned out quite nice. Haha. While snapping pictures, I tried not to focus on a single cupcake because it can really emphasize the imperfections. Hence the crowded cupcakes in one picture. Then again, we were only baking for fun and there's no pressure in decorating for general viewing, just happy tummies.

Raya Convoy Part II

This post is the continuation from this one right here. It has been really long overdue, well to be honest I almost forgot about it. Nevertheless, here goes the story...

As I mentioned before, I was partially sick on the day we decided to have a raya convoy with my uni friends. By evening, I got sicker than ever and I didn't manage to eat or drink anything but sip of plain water. To be honest, I didn't want to make a fuss of me being sick in front of  my friends, especially on raya days. People were having fun, chit chatting all day long and I couldn't seem to have the nerve to tell anyone that I was not feeling well.

So when we were already at the final house, I literally surrender myself. All I did was sit alone in a corner with my head pounding in pain. Sigh what a nasty memory. How I wished that if only I didn't catch cold, the day would be much interesting and of course, I'll get to taste all of those scrumptious food! What a waste.

I guess the moral of the story is that we can never predict what the future holds for us. One day we are healthy as a horse and maybe the next day we'll stay in bed, sick as hell. Or maybe today we are facing some bad news while tomorrow, the rainbow awaits. For the time being, just keep on being grateful.

Disastrous One

A couple of weeks ago, all of the girls in our family went for window shopping. Well actually, my 2nd sister was going to start her school so she needed to buy stuff and whatnot. I myself, took a chance to have my own window shopping session too. I was looking for a decent working pants and blouses for work. Unfortunately, and how embarrassing this is but I've got to say that I can't even fit the XS. I've got to admit that that was one of the saddest moments in life so far.

Anyway, I couldn't remember whether it was me or my mom's idea but a couple of days later we went to Nagoya Textiles to buy some fabric. To custom-made my working pants, obviously. Little that I know, it was quite pricey to buy a 1 and a half meters of fabric. I ended up buying 2 different fabrics and secretly crossing my fingers hoping that it will be worth the dime.

After my mom did some research on how to make my working pants, finally a few days ago, it started. My mom was the one who drew the sketches and cut them and pin them onto the fabrics whilst I was the one who sketched them back onto the fabric and whatnot.

And here comes the unfortunate part of the story Mind you, during the process there were a lot of cutting, sewing, ironing to do. I was in the middle of ironing the fabric and stupid me, I didn't notice that the iron was on high. Once I lifted the iron, I saw the fabric crumpled together and I just couldn't let myself see anymore of it. I stomped into my room regretting on how careless I was and how much effort that were wasted and how much time and energy has it consumed. And didn't manage to turn out fine.

After a few minutes alone, well I'm not sure exactly whether being alone really helped or not because after I saw what the hot iron did to the fabric, I got mad with it, again. Sigh.

See, I even captured a decent picture of my mom during work in progress. How little did I know that my pretty little fabric will turn to be crumpled under the hot iron -__-

Wonderwall

Those things you happen to stumble upon on 9gag are just priceless. I've got to admit that I am one of those hardcores who reads 9gag religiously, instead of reading about medicine and novels. At first I thought what a waste of time, but as I read more, the more attached I feel to it. As for now, I have numerous collection of posts that I found to be interesting or even true to life. That's my hobby I guess. I need to figure out where should I put those saved pictures now since it's already taken up too much space already.