with a good 3 days of alternately shivering violently (teeth chattering), vomiting and crying from the pain in my feet and hands. A nasty viral fever which left me completely confounded, frightened that I caught dengue and with so little appetite I forget what food tastes like. Worst 3 days of my life.
39.3 degrees. Thats how high it was for 3 whole days. I hit nearly 40 sometime on the first night, I think.
Frightened the heck out of my mom too. She rushed me to the hospital (went to the clinic twice before, both GPs pescribed antibiotics (dumbasses) and did nothing to cure me) when I told her my toes have gone blue and numb, and my hands went swollen and red. Took a blood test to rule out dengue. Blood counts a bit low, says doc, but nothing alarming. A very nasty viral fever is all it is.
And now it is day 5, I feel better, but am left with sore hands and feet, tender skin and a thirst that won't go away. A lethargy that pretty much confines me to my bed, and even now, as I type, I am appearing offline, and I don't actually want to type this at all but I know I have to do something or I'll go crazy.
Total casualty includes a few million brain cells and all my taste buds.
So sorry if I am not in the mood to talk, or do not reply messages. I am just not in the mood. Perhaps when I am not feeling lousy I will emerge again.
3 complete days in bed can do nasty things to a person, and constant, self-pitying brooding is the worst of it. So now I am in a less-than-cheery mood, and in a deep blue funk.
2009 began
with a nasty cement taste in my mouth (from the renovation going on). Everything seems tinged with it now. The noise is deafening.
My kitchen is going to be done up all spiffy, with a wet/dry kitchen like me mom always wanted. The tiles are going to be hacked up, replaced (and very nice tiles they are) and the toilet downstairs refurbished.
The upstairs isn't spared, and the parquet will be replaced with tiles, the toilet will be spiffied up too.
My dad is going the DIY way. He has hired, on recommendation from a neighbour, a very hardworking independent sub-contractor, who does all the work, and my dad bought the materials himself. Its saved my mom a bundle of cash, and in the end will cost much less than what we were first quoted.
There's cement dust and mud dust and wall dust and all manner of dust covering every inch of my house now.
Bleargh. I itch.
So its' 2009. Its yet another year of heartache, joy, happiness, misery, stress and trepidation.
2008 has been a more eventful year than I like, what with emotional, physical, and friendship stress. I hope I grew a little wiser, but overall I think I just got more cynical and far less trusting of people. There is a Lesson somewhere hidden in the folds of 2008, but I think I missed it. I got its' cousin, Bad Mistakes, instead.
I made Bad Mistakes, I made Good Choices and hopefully 2009 will see more of the latter. Maybe this time I'll keep my eye out for Lesson Learned too.
So now this post is ended. Not quite a happy end-of-year post, but then again.
How many New Years does one spend amidst dust, dirt, cement, cracked lips and sore feet?
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