The one and only time I have food poisoning, it nearly kills me. These past 4 days have been hell. I’d rather you give me a flooded mask anyday.
What initially started as feelings of nausea, ended up with me vomiting 5 times and going to the toilet 14 times in one night. By the next morning, I was admitted to Pantai.
Those three days were simply put – the worst days of my life (overriding all previous worst days). I won’t go into the nitty-gritty of it, but it was akin to hell on earth. My stomache and bowels felt like there were tsunamis and hurricanes going on inside. I was chained to the bed all the time through the drip in my arm. But the biggest price to pay apart from the pain and suffering, is the time spent. It’s the same thing that breaks a person in prison, the eternal boredom.
And apparenly, whilst 80% of cases were discharged within 48 hours, for me things began to turn the corner only on the third morning. The night before, I was already contemplating the worst and preparing myself to face any harsh realities, that maybe this was more worse than just food poisoning.
All in all, I feel that my language can never be adequate enough to describe the turmoil and sorrow I went through. The best way to put it would be, it was a tiny taste of hell on earth. It DID bring me to tears.
This has been a most humbling experience, and it has left a deep and profound impact on me.I did not tell anyone I was hospitalized, as I was very weak and nearly dead. I had no energy to talk, let alone entertain guests. But there were friends who found out still, and I thank you for your support thoughout, and especially to those who visited.
This 49th Year of Merdeka will long be remembered indeed.
Disclaimer: All words used are an under-exaggeration of the author’s emotions and experiences due to his limited speech.
What initially started as feelings of nausea, ended up with me vomiting 5 times and going to the toilet 14 times in one night. By the next morning, I was admitted to Pantai.
Those three days were simply put – the worst days of my life (overriding all previous worst days). I won’t go into the nitty-gritty of it, but it was akin to hell on earth. My stomache and bowels felt like there were tsunamis and hurricanes going on inside. I was chained to the bed all the time through the drip in my arm. But the biggest price to pay apart from the pain and suffering, is the time spent. It’s the same thing that breaks a person in prison, the eternal boredom.
And apparenly, whilst 80% of cases were discharged within 48 hours, for me things began to turn the corner only on the third morning. The night before, I was already contemplating the worst and preparing myself to face any harsh realities, that maybe this was more worse than just food poisoning.
All in all, I feel that my language can never be adequate enough to describe the turmoil and sorrow I went through. The best way to put it would be, it was a tiny taste of hell on earth. It DID bring me to tears.
This has been a most humbling experience, and it has left a deep and profound impact on me.I did not tell anyone I was hospitalized, as I was very weak and nearly dead. I had no energy to talk, let alone entertain guests. But there were friends who found out still, and I thank you for your support thoughout, and especially to those who visited.
This 49th Year of Merdeka will long be remembered indeed.
Disclaimer: All words used are an under-exaggeration of the author’s emotions and experiences due to his limited speech.
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