2/11/2013 to 4/11/2013

Over the past 3 days, I had been following my family back to Sitiawan. The day that I have been anticipated the most. I planned a long list of to-do and to-eat. Too bad I contacted an anonymous viral infection and resulted in acute gastroenteritis.

 It started off with severe abdominal discomfort and flatulence. These were the early warning signs to the upcoming dreadful disease. I chose to be ignorant. the next two hours time, I was found to be trapped in the toilet, due to severe diarrhea. I couldn't recall how frequent I had been dashed into the toilet. Deep inside my heart, I was calling out for help. I thought I was going to die by the rate of the diarrhea and vomiting that I had been encountered. I thought I'm going to die of severe hypovolemic shock due to dehydration. I lost my appetite. I felt dizzy. I lost my strength. I can feel cold and my whole body was shivering in cold. I was slightly feverish. I forced myself to put up all my strength to act that I'm okay because he was there. I felt guilty as I was unable to accompany him throughout the trip. I was the one asked  him to join us for this trip. At least I must show him that I'm okay. I forced my smiles. :) 

I still remembered daddy quarreled with me. He was way too worried. He wanted to try whatever way that could cure my symptoms. He wanted me to drink coke. I'm still conscious and was able to judge the situation. I insisted my way and refused to drink coke as I didn't want my diarrhea to get worst. My conditions wasn't that stable at all. I can be fine now and became drowsy and weak in the next hour. I started to play tantrum eventually. I can't stand voices. I scolded my nieces for making noises. I got irritated easily. I wanted them to keep their doors shut because I didn't want my space invaded by cool air. I was cold.

That night, my mom was sleeping next to me. She was so worried. She slept with one of her hand on my forehead. She woke up every hour to check if I'm feverish. I told my mom to send me to the hospital if my conditions continue to deteriorate. I thinks God sent an angel to look after me that night and she was my mom. I got well the day after. Just occasional vomiting and the appetite not really coming back yet. 

The next two days, my mom still watching over my diets. No oily or spicy food. But I was too naughty. I drank chatime and tried nasi lemak. I ended up 5 times of diarrhea that night. 

Today I am superbly well. I will really take care of myself well starting from now. 

I heart you so much MOM!!!! <3 <3 <3