Read between the Lines

My roommate has just been confirmed with denggi. Poor lad (or gal).

She has fever for the past few days but we never thought it’s a symptom of one. Stupid, right? I mean, hello. It’s SA. Obviously, I have been oblivious to anything that has happened outside from my stupid coconut shell. (Waiver: it’s a mere expression, by any way do not connote me with me being the frog. Or siput babi)

When we first heard the news, the rest of us were shocked. Shrieking like a baby, if you may. Heh, (“sometimes living with all girls do have its advantages” – bak kata Celcom). I started to feel the goose bumps all over me upon hearing that news.

She immediately asked the other roommate to get a medical check-up as soon as possible as she has yet to recover from her fever since last week. She then offered her to see the doctor together the next day since she too, has to go for another medical check-up to see whether her platelet has increased. That, or else she has to be admitted to the hospital.

“What about me?” Bu huh hu. I was scared too.

We discussed her meeting with the doctor that day and she mentioned about her fever. I had fever since yesterday but I have thought that it was because of us sharing a room, so that might be it. Contagious.

But then she also mentioned about dizziness and soreness in the joint. It's normal that I have been feeling the dizziness every time I open my law book (but I did not suffer from that whenever I did my assignment, orait. I care a lot. Even if it’s late, it is an acceptable work).

But, I do realize that I had this numbness on my right hand since this morning and it won't go.

“Gosh, I have denggi.”

“Tapi, Saree. Doktor tu refer buat blood test lepas kita mention about kite punya muntah-muntah, cherry berry. Tapi masa awal-awal demam dulu lah.”

I didn’t suffer from any of that, but suddenly I feel nauseas. It’s as if I have all the symptoms at that point.

“Rasanya iyelah, memang sahih ni". I said to them.

“Kenapa?”

“Sebab rasa na muntah-muntah ni”

"Macamane dengan chery berry?"

"cherry berry belum kena lagi kot, sikit-sikit lagi agaknya. Sekarang ni pun tengah pulas-pulas perut” (Actually it was just pure imagination coming from my paranoia.)

I have not always been a fan of sickness, or hospital or any relation with its association for that matter. I have my weakness here. My knees will shake like a leaf upon seeing needle. I once collapsed at the mall, in the middle of the crowd after few minutes being inside the pharmacy that smelled like hospital. Urgh. I hate the smell, the same I hate hypocrite person. That too, will make me throw up at that instant.

So the idea of being sick and to go to the hospital are definite no-no for me. Not and never a pleasant thought at all even though I've never been through much of that stuff in my life. Yet (and Thank God for that).

I would then start to think. Long and hard.

“What will happen? I have never been admitted to the hospital before!”

“Is the hospital a scary place?”

“What if they poke me with those sharp needle and then I'd die due to massive bleeding?”

“I’m too beautiful and too young to die” (this meant as a joke, Obviously there are people who doesn’t seem understand the meaning of one’s expression of just joking or being sorry; they seem to think it was just a word having no significant meaning to them)

She assured me that I am fine. “Tak adalah, Saree. Jauh benar kot connection dia”

But my mind has wandered off. Way ahead. I can't think of anything other than that.

“I can’t fall sick. I have Civil’s class to attend for the rest of my remaining days here.”

“I have lots of pending works that due next week (It’s not due yet. Don’t misquote me or call me lazy just yet)

“I have to submit this and that……….”

.......


Wait a minute.


“Does that mean I don’t have to go to Civil’s classes?”


"Including weekend?"


“For one whole week or more?”



Wauuu..


A prospective which I shall ponder upon.

I changed my mind. I think it's rationale to get sick at this point.