I ate cold cheese naan & before that mango fruit at 2sth for my lunch. The worst thing was I ate and answered newbies questions since my lunch time was spent reading newspapers & eating the mango fruit while waiting for BraveSafe to bungkus my cheese naan. Didn’t even think of reheating the cheese naan.
My BIG mistake, that! On the way home after work, I was thinking of sales - which 1 should I go? MPH? FJ B’s? MJ’s was a remote chance since it was far for me. With so many warehouse sales going on last week and Labour’s Day (Public Holiday yay!), you’d thought I were rummaging through the goods. Nooooooooooooo!
Back to on my way home. I wanted to vomit. Shit. The worst feeling is to feel that you wanna vomit but you couldn’t. With the car being hit before, it was like being in a car held together loosely and every bump made me wanted to vomit more. I forced myself to thank that I was actually in a car instead of the public transport. And the driver wasn’t me. Man, if I were sick & had to drive… I think I’d just pass out on the roadside. That better than accident.
Once home, it took sometime to vomit all the yucky thick white & light yellowish gunk out. Can’t imagine how sick and pregnant women (morning sickness) feel. Wouldn’t want anyone to feel such pain. Agh. Not even worth it when I saw my stomach was sunken. Totally disagree vomitting is a diet. It’s self torture. Same was getting drunk.
Stubborn and dead tired as I was, I insisted on sleeping instead of going to the doc. After all, the next day was Public Holiday. I could see doc then. No rush for Medical Cert. I alternated between sleeping, going to the bathroom for small business and poking my throat to force vomit. At night I decided to go to doc. The bad food poisoning wasn’t going away.
Mom exclaimed, “Doc close already lah!”
“Huh?” Sick made my mind duh.
“Public holiday open till 3pm only.”
I thought there was still 24hrs clinic..?
My brain shut down and I went back to bed, willing the vomit to go away in sleep.
The next evening, which was Friday, I went to see the family clinic finally. I rarely see this doc. I told him my problems. He tested my temperature.
“Got fever.”
“Unh.” Surprised. I thought I had food poisoning only.
He tested my pressure and I remembered mildly this doc never failed to take pressure. It wasn’t as painful as before but maybe I was numbed already. He told me to lie down on the bed. He didn’t call the nurse over. I was prepared to punch his gonads should he touch somewhere he wasn’t supposed to. Though I wondered how hard my punch would be since I could stand for more than 5min. What I meant was I coudln’t stand for more than 5min. Couldn’t!
“Lots of gassssss,” he said as he tapped my bloating stomach. Bloop. Bloop.
Doc peered at me. “You can drink 100 Plus for your fever.”
I nodded. No energy to speak.
So I told father to buy 2 bottles of 100 Plus & drank it within 2 days. From sunken stomach, it bloated and I continued to feel like wanted to vomit. Aghhhhh eaaarrr.. Even massaging stomach didn’t help much. Not that I did much. I was having 1% batt when I was awake. Was hungry, dead tired and wanted to pee at the same time.
This time, I went to see Chinese doc. Never guessed I had Chu- chu mou tan - the cold version 1. Had to drink bitter hot med & eat pills. Didn’t know if Chinese med MC is accepted by company or not but I didn’t care then. I could barely answer the doc’s questions, much less going to work handling escalations & *gasp* new staff coming in! I’m in charge of training newbies, besides other huh important things. Forgot to take the receipt though. Twice.
The difference between Chinese & Western docs are:
Western doc: You can eat anything.
I: Ha?
Western doc: On 2nd thought. Don’t eat poisoned food. Drink 100 Plus for your fever.
Chinese doc: Cannot eat meat - chicken, pork, duck, fish. No oily & heaty curry food. No santan. Rice cannot. No kaya, no butter & margarine. Go eat bread & … bread only.
:-|
“I’ll give you 2 more days la,” Chinese doc said.
“Uh.. 1 day enough I think,” I was away from work for 3 days already.
“Ok then.”
Duh. Duh. Duh! If doc said give, take lah! Could still come to work even when there’s MC! I could’ve rested fully & come back to work on Fri. Na ah. I had to shoot myself and go to work.
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