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Sunday, May 28, 2006
无奈者 posted at 2:30 PM

just chanced upon my isolation letter from the doctor last year when finding my notes just now.. it is dated 05/10/05..

In it, it states:
To: teacher I/C

got a sticker tag stating my particulars..

Xin Hui has a fever. We are awaiting blood tests regarding dengue fever. In the meantime please allow her to take her exam isolated from other students.

Thank You.

Dr Loong..

re-reading this letter brought back lots of memories.. gd and bad ones.. it has been nearly 8 months afetr my encounter.. and it feels like I had just recovered from the bite..

when I visited Siu Lun, it sort of trigger memories of my dengue encounter.. I vividly remember crying and crying everyday, pestering the nurses to let me go out.. I shouted and sobbed but I just couldn't be out cos my blood count was dropping.. the next few days was terrible.. couldn't eat.. kept vomitting, got dehydrated and have lots of blood tests.. the blood tests results anounced every afternoon was a torture when the hopes of ur blood count increasing was shattered.. until.. I begin to tot I am gg to die.. I rmb I asked my mom that.. Mum, will I die? I guess that must have saddened her.. she was very tired then yet she had to comfort me.. thanks to her really for being with me for the whole process, running between 2 places, the hosptial and her workplace.. had been hard for her.. when u r really in a uncomfortable environment, even a day would seems like a week.. luckily.. blood count starts increasing and I was out in no time..

I will forever rmb the day I was discharged.. on the cab out of the CDC.. on my way home.. I never felt so relieved before.. every sight I saw was so wonderful.. when I got home, I felt like I hadn't gone home for years.. lol.. and needless to say I enjoyed every minute at home for the next week..

8 mths after.. another major exam is now coming up.. hahaz.. how have my life been in the 8 mths? I guess I already had the answer.. in my heart.. *grins*
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