Getting fever is pretty okay. Really. It’s a matter of how high the fever goes. So let’s say one gets a temperature of 37.7 degrees celcius. It’s still rather ok. You won’t die or get sent to the hospital. The most you just take some medication and the fever subsides.

The thing about me is that I’m allergic to the fever medication. Any dosage would result in swollen eyes and rashes for the next couple of days.

So when I was down with fever on Friday afternoon, I went over to Jun Wei‘s place to rest. But by evening, my fever rose to a good 39.1 degrees celcius. Unlike 37.7, 39.1 is really high. I could get sent to the hospital (yuck). So he started sponging me, trying to bring down the temperature.

He ended up calling Mother who told him to give me half a tablet of paracetamol (which is a fever medication that I’m allergic to). I told him I could not take it. But he said my mom told him to give it to me. Knowing I was going to suffer for the next three days, I took it.

When Aunty (Jun Wei’s mother) came in later, she found out that my eyes had indeed swelled. I had no idea since I was trying to sleep. So when she told me my eyes were swollen, my first thought was, “Ohmygosh, I must look like crap now.”

Then the rest was a hurry of calling my parents, arranging to see the doctor, drowning a quick dinner and grabbing a cab to the clinic.

Gah. I can’t believe I am so weak.