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Saturday, July 19, 2008

Days and days of no post. Yes jasmine neubronner, I got the strength to type on this keyboard today. Like finally. -_-

Past 1 week is a torment for me. Saturday night i was already shivering over at grandma's hse and my body is aching all over. I knew something bad gonna happened. Yes dopeshit enough, i got high fever when baby accompanied me to the doc on Sun morning. Medicine doesnt seem to ease any single degree or body heat away from me. Grandma was sweet enough to brew some herbal tea and brought down for me.

This dragged on for a day. Baby was taking care for me throughout the entire night, feeding me with medicine, water and constantly changing of ice bag. Yes, my temp dropped by 0.5. But still it was a false alarm. By morning my temp went back again, dad brought me to this chinese doc whom from young our famiy kids will always approach him whenever we are very sick. True enough, i suffered from 'moman'.

Well, during young times when we suffered from this illness, you know what this doc will do. He will use this needle go over our body and back, pricked it and squeezed out the dirty blood. You can hear screams and cries throughout the entire hse. Yes, painful is never an enough word to describe here but yes it heals fast.

Knowing I have this 'moman' that very moment, the doc asked me if i can take pain again and if i want to go through this needle treatment. Straight away my hand cross is up and my head is shaking violently. I told him i will just comsume his oral medication. Dad on the other side was persuading me, 'Girl, ni bu yao 'ya' (prick) hen nan hao de, ni xiao shi hou ye shi ge uncle ya, ni gan ni xian zai zhe mo xin ku.' I was half-hesitating already, but i just lacked the courage eventually.

Went home, dad was a sweet one. He was looking after me like a lil girl. He went to the market to get for my food. Came home and start preparing like a busy man. Cook and wash for me, though the noodle tastes a lil hard but i love the taste and ur effort dad. Feed me with medicine, change ice bags for me, massage for me just to make me feel a lil comfy. His every 10 minutes sentence will be, girl feeling better? Though my body feels worst after taking the first day medication but my heart actually melts for him as a dad.

Tuesday mum takes off, dad also went to take off. My temp were drawing to 40 the entire monday. My head is burning and hurting like mad. I cant even sleep properly. Initially wana send me down to hospital, but by tuesday my temp came down to 38+. As usual mum did the cooking and medication, dad was taking care of me by changing icebags and taking of temp.

Now came my cough, and i started to feel alil breathless on wed. Dad quickly brought me to the doc again. Bad enough, my lung was infected and i was given a jab. I asked the doc can it be pneumonia, he told me there is a possibility. He told me by fri if my condition still persists, the next place to go will be the hospital. Needles and pricks give me a chill. That very night i wasnt feeling very good, i was breathing quite hard and temp was up. Dad came to my bedside, bring a small container of ice water and a towel. He was sitting by my side on a stool, constantly changing the cold towel for me.

Strange enough I had this very beautiful dream that night. I dreamt of my grandpa twice. And this dream ended with grandpa holding on to me and i gave him my kiss. Everything vanished suddenly and i woke up. It was exactly one month he passed away. Standing by his alter holding to the joss sticks and talking to him can bring tears down secretly at times. I was calling for you almost everyday, do you know how much i still misses you. You come to my dreams, you bring me smile in my sleep after that. Now, i'm tearing with misses again. How i wish i can kiss you, kiss you face to face.

You, grandma, dad, mum and baby you give me the strength again. I love you.

To my cousins, sister, relatives, friends, especially goh, lam, jas, my colleagues thanks for the well-wishes and warmth concern. Your words touch me. I'm really fine now. Thank you.

Loads of love,
andrea.


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