As much as I would like to celebrate the coming of a lunar new year and to embrace the happiness and glee felt by all my friends and family members, I found myself uncontrollably wanting to bitch about the bad luck that had befallen me for the past few days. It all started probably due to a myriad of reasons - setting up of tentages under the scorching hot sun, the recent upsurge of cases of suspected food poisoning and the uncooked parts of chicken served at the cookhouse. These elements put together had disastrous effects on me, whose constitution was not too good to begin with.
It is true that one cannot be down with a fever in my camp. My nauseous feeling in the morning and vomiting of the dinner eaten the previous day (yucks!) finally culminated in the high fever of 37.8 degrees, all under the sweltering afternoon. Worst still, nobody (except some of my bunk mates) seemed to care about me as they were all absorbed in the OC COC that was taking placing that afternoon. The medical centre in the camp was also closed down and the nearest one seemed so inaccessible. I finally decided that I had enough and requested to go out of that dreadful place. Thankfully, PS and CSM were kind enough to allow my mother to fetch me to the doctor from camp. Heartfelt gratitude also goes out to all those who had shown me concern throughout the 2 anguished days, especially Cheng Wei who was with me when I really felt miserable while vomiting.
This unfortunate incident also caused me to miss the movie trip on Friday and the SAT 1 test today. It drained me of all my vigour so much so that I am using up every ounce of energy available to write this entry. Fine, I am exaggerating. For all those concerned about my health, let me assure that I am almost well, with only some negligible and momentary pains in my stomach.
Let the arrival of the "Dog" Year herald a new beginning for all of us and may we usher in the lunar new year with good health!
scribbled at 6:06 PM