The Fever Patch (Graphic Data included, so faint hearts, skip this)

For all my life, since childhood, i had been ridiculously healthy.

When other children cried about sick leaves, i prayed for one, to no avail. When my brother who was a very sick boy took month after month away from the boarding, i was mighty jealous of him(He is rather healthy and muscle-y now days. As much as i love him, the world is not fair guys!sigh!). So my point is I was the healthy child. The one who never went down, the one for whom they never had to wake up at midnight for, the one who never got admitted in a hospital(except for eating too much bournvita one day :|). The perfect baby. Later the perfect one went on to be hmm, lets say rather on the heavy side. So what, i was still healthy. And through college too i was praying to get sick even though i bunked class to my heart's content there. Still healthy as a horse. Lets say i was too much confident.

So, 2 weeks ago, after a long trip and all, i went to work. On coming back, i slept for 2 hours and when i woke up, viola, fever!! I cant say i was depressed. I slept on it, took the next day off for fun(it was saturday and i don't like the fact that i work on saturdays) and by saturday evening things started to slip off my control. I might be lazy, but i loved my job and wanted no holidays these days as it would reflect badly on me and my paycheck. So i didn't wanted this fever.

For someone who wanted to lie down with a blankie and get pampered a lot throughout her teen life, i was not enjoying it when served in the silver platter. More like the damn fever was not letting me. The thing that annoyed me most would be the appetite. For a fatso with a decent appetite whatever happened, the fever killed it. I was weary of food and one day, for flavour, i made maggi noodles, as soup(Don't scold me please), nd its absolutely accurate in saying that i wont be eating maggi for a long long long time, may be never. Maggi did one thing though. It started the vomiting. From then, whatever goes in, comes out the same way. Thus i got pretty tired and dizzy and got more pampered. By this time my uncle(who is a doc too) got concerned as he see H1N1 etc daily and wanted me to undergo checkups and all. In a week, a severely malnourished, but bored and happy-to-go-to-work-finally me went out to my hospital. I was double happy. Finally the virus had managed to reduce my weight which i hadn't succeeded with :) And let me tell you, after all these troubles, if the virus hadn't managed that, i would have hunt every single one of them and roasted them in hell fire. Well, i was happy.

Now let me tell you the ill-effects of working in a hospital as a young doc.

1. you don't have many patients, so you have loads of free time.

2. As seniors wont be friends to you, you start befriending the young people in lab and x-rays, which is very close to my room in case of my hospital.

3. The lab tests are free.

All these factors culminate in what happened next.

One fine afternoon, a very bored me went to Lab and asked them to do a s.bilirubin after observing the obvious :| . I was looking very energetic and good, they scoffed at my request at first. But boss is boss[;)] so they took a criminal amount of blood from my veins and after a million calls in every 3 seconds(i love intercoms :D) they finally told me the value. Damn! Jaundice this time. :| Though they appreciated my thinking prowess and energy, they fact remained that i was sick again. When i called home with this news, all hell broke loose. Hell here is a literal translation of Mom. Mom just freaked out.

And so, guys,(if anyone is still reading this :P) the smalltown_girl is in sickbed now. And jaundice makes fever look like a picnic. Because now i am alright and has no symptoms externally, am literally tied down to bed, given absolute shit items as food when i am quite famished and craves nice food. Oh and am not allowed to move and all :| DAMN!

And what next? No God.. No! I think i was never meant to be the sick one. I just don't have the mettle for it. And all these years god was right. I am too weak to be sick!

PS: Totally unrelated fact- Rocky is sick too, a thorn in his paw it seems. Getting better faster than me :)