At the Hospital

While at the hospital, I couldn't sleep all that much. I kept asking my dad to take me home, but the nurses and doctors insisted that I had to get my fever down to at least 37.5 to be able to go home.

So I dragged myself back to bed and took another pill and tried to sleep. Fortunately, I was able to return home at around 8-9am EDT. My mother who was worried sick, slam the door open the moment she heard the car engine.

Because used to taking care of the sick, my Mum wiped me down (so embarrassing) and made food that were easy to eat such as chicken soup.

Although I was allowed to come home, I was still vomiting. I'll skip the juicy details. I don't think anyone wants to hear it. It'll just ruin their upcoming meal. So I still had to sometimes eat through intravenous drips. I would not recommend it. It makes you feel disable.

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