I hate hospitals

So i had this maddest fever in my entire 20 years of life yesterday. It was sudden. It was unexpected. And thank god Jack stayed by my side all the while.

After history lesson yesterday I felt like i was dying cos I was feeling really warm so Jack accompanied me home and put me to bed, watched me sleep until my mom came back. At about 7pm, I was burning like an inferno. So my mom and Jack took me to the clinic at the central, and that doctor took my temperature and referred me to SGH. Useless doctor, did nothing at all. Had the feeling like he's bloody afraid to touch me lest he gets infected with my deadly disease. Noob shit. So we cabbed to SGH, and the whole journey there I was praying so damn hard that I won't get any injections, and I cried like a motherfucking baby. I have perceived trypanophobia, and I'd like to keep believing so. So when the nurse did some weird stuff on me, taking my blood pressure, I swear I thought there was a needle so I retracted my hand so fast, she thought it came alive.

There after the nurse did some weird ACT thing on me, I couldn't stop crying because I thought it involved needles and it was gonna be painful like fuck, she had to keep telling me it's painless, like about 100000 times, and I still didn't believe her. So, she told me not to move, and I listened to her, I didn't move no inch. And true enough, it didn't hurt a single bit, just felt like there were mild electric currents running through me.

Then I had to wait like forever, and my head's burning and it's heavy and painful, i rested on Jack's shoulder and fell in and out of sleep. So when the doctor called to see him, I went inside and I declared that I refuse anything that involves needles. He said it wasn't really going to hurt, then I told him that everybody's threshold of pain is different, then he had this WOWED face. Fuck you, I'm 20 years old. And I'm not Ris Low. Of course I knew that, dumb face. So he respected my decision, aye, he's actually very nice.

Okay, so he said that there are 3 reasons for fevers like these. The lungs, the blood and the urine. He said it shouldn't be the lungs because I can breathe and talk properly, so he figured that it's the urine or blood. And since I refused to be poked, he asked me to take the urine test. And it being my first time doing the urine test, I filled the 3/4 of the cup, and when I came out, stupid annoying fuckface Jack was laughing at me. He said they only need a SAMPLE, which is like 1/4 the cup. So I said, my pee just came out because I needed to pee damn urgently, so i filled the cup anyways, don't waste my pee. ROFLMAO.

They tested my urine to be clean, so it's my fucking blood. ):

The doctor asked me to look out for any signs of rashes on the 4th day, because if it appears, I'll need to take a blood test. So now, my whole body is itching like a bitch and I'm refusing to scratch it at all. I'm taking the pills like a good girl despite having all the difficulties in the world swallowing it because if I don't I'd have to take the blood test.

Doc said it's most prolly viral fever, but it could be dengey, however you spell it. Okay bye.

P.S: I'm so damn bloody hungry, and Jack's not even here yet. ):