Sakit lagi

Masuk hari ni dah 11 hari aku sakit... Bukan serius pun, cuma batuk, demam & selsema je. Demam pun on & off jer... My body's taking a beating. Can't complain, this is the lifestyle that I chose for myself.

Last Friday, by the time I got back from the office, aku dah rasa flat semacam... By 8pm, Iwas already asleep... Woke up a few times to answer some sms & YM messages on my phone, but I really don't know if my answers made any sense to the recipients whatsoever since I was far from lucid when sending the replies. Also, I don't even know if I fed the cat properly or not. I might have poured some Friskies onto the cat plate sometime in the night, but then again I might have not done that. It was so bad that when I finally woke up, it was 4pm on Saturday! Well, there goes my guitar lessons down the drain...

Sunday was not much better. Spent almost the whole day sleeping, although I promised myself I'd watch the repeat for "Heroes" since I missed the screening on Wednesday & also the repeat on Saturday. But alas, didn't manage to catch it either. So I guess I'll have to scour the Astro Guide and see if there's a repeat sometime before the new episode goes on air in 2 days time. Failing which, I might have to go online and search for that particular episode to download and watch. I'm not much of a "pirate" when it comes to bootlegging TV shows ormovies, but once in a while I'd do that if all avenues of watching them "legally" goes down the drain. Usually my Achilles' heel is software. God knows how many different programs I've downloaded and installed and tested and uninstalled. Heck, I'd even try out things that I know I'd never use but installed anyway. But I'm digressing here...

Anyway, today I finally went to see a tabib. After getting stabbed at twice by an incompetent-and-equally-unattractive male specimen of a nurse, he finally gave up and called in a petite -and-cute-looking female nurse. I just wonder whether the female nurse was really good at what she did or was it just the sight of her made my veins easier to poke at? (Ayu, if you're reading this, don't say anything because I already know what you're going to say)

After all the "formalities" are done, I was back at the waiting area doing, what else but wait for my turn to see the tabib. So there I was, watching a scary-looking yellow giant of a bird teaching kids how to recite certain words and numbers on TV. Come to think of it, seems like every time I'm at this tabib place, they'd have that so-called children's program called Sesame Street followed by that disturbing piece they call a cartoon by the name Catdog and some nonsensical program hosted by that woman whose-name-escapes-me-at-this-moment and the comedian wannabe Shamsul Ghau-ghau. Again, I digress...

The LCD flashed my ticket number: 3011. So I'm supposed to go to room 48 to see my tabib. Walking there, I was dreading to hear what the tabib might say about my test results a few weeks back. I was half-expecting him/her to be in the room accompanied by two brusque-looking male nurses ready to pounce on me and drag me to the wards for further testing. Instead, there was one very pleasant albeit too-young-to-be-a-specialist female tabib sitting at her desk looking at the black 17" LCD monitor. Hmmm... no male nurses hiding in the corners? This might not be too bad at all, methinks...

I didn't even have time to anchor my big butt on the chair when she asked me how I was. So I told her that I've been coughing and wheezing and sniffling and feverish for 11 days. Immediately she whisked out her stethoscopes from her left coat pocket and proceeded to put the immensely cold metal thingy (mind you, I was fully-clothed at the time and the coldness still bit at my chest and back!) at different spots of my torso. After several seconds of inhaling and exhaling, she finally sat back and peered at my records on screen and in my little beige book. She told me that my cough is not a cause for worry. Furthermore, the test I did a few weeks back showed a general improvement in my condition. "But doctor, my blood pressure is dropping like hell and I'm sick. Shouldn't it be sky-rocketing by now?" said I. She flashed a perfectly reassuring smile and said, "Don't worry, some people react differently to illness. For some, their BP goes up while others see a reduction in their BP. But if you're worried that your BP is going down too much, then I can reduce your medications accordingly. As it is, the medications are doing what they're supposed to do. Anyway, the ultimate goal is for us to ensure you totally get off any medications whatsoever, right?" ending it again with a perfect smile.

She proceeded to show me my test statistics since I first came there five months ago. Yes, generally there HAS been a marked improvement. Heck, there's even one test where I've gone off the danger zone from 3mg to just 1.5mgs (thought I shall not elaborate what test this was for). At this rate, logic dictates that I'll be back to normal by the end of the year. But alas, sadly when it comes to illnesses, logic doesn't cut it, right?

So, armed with an arsenal of medications, I headed back to the office with the hope of being free from the sniffles and coughing. But we'll see how it goes, shall we?