Fever

I've always had a low tolerance for bearing the symptoms of fever. I can bear with the pain of dislocating my kneecap without shedding a single drop of tear but the moment my muscles and joint ache from running a fever, I'll start to be extremely whiney, short tempered and may even start crying. There were times when my joints and muscles ache so much, I couldn't even walk to the clinic (which is less than a five minutes walk from where I uses to live) without stopping and squatting in between. Yes, that's how bad it is. To many people, running a fever is good news because they can easily grab a medical certificate and spend the rest of the day slacking or playing but this was never the case for me.

And for the very same reasons, I prayed hard that I wouldn't fall sick during my stay in australia. Firstly, I do not know of a doctor who is as good and reliable as my family doctor back home in Singapore. Secondly, the nearest clinic is not that near. I have to walk a good 15 - 20 minutes or 5 - 10 minutes if I were to ride my bike. How am I to walk or cycle when I'm struggling to walk around my apartment!?!?! Thirdly, I always tremble in cold when I run a fever. Really tremble and shiver, hence I'm usually hiding under the blanket with the fan off, even if the temperature in Singapore is over 30 degree Celsius. Now, in Australia, the temperature dwindles between -3 to 14 degree Celsius or so. Honestly, this isn't the best time to run a fever, especially when the cold wind blows.

Sighs. This is how terrible I feel at current. I feel like eating a bowl of hot congee, take some medicine, grab a medical certificate and skip school tomorrow but I can't. I still have a graded quiz tomorrow and here I am blogging because I can't get to sleep. The discomfort is getting into me and I'm feeling awful. *sobs*

I hope these negative feelings of discomfort will be gone by the time I wake up tomorrow. I really hope so.