Fast forward one year, I was lying in camp, running a high fever, counting down in smelly and hot bunk, barely aware my surroundings.
But the strange thing is, in my uneasy sleep, I somehow managed to wake up at 11:55pm on New Year's Eve. Just like the song Five Minutes to Midnight. LOL. I countdown-ed silently and collapse back to sleep.
When I reached camp in the morning, my temperature was 38.9 deg. No joke. First I had runny nose. Then it was blocked. I can't tell you which one I preferred really.
Until today, my temperature see-sawed between 37 something to 38 plus. Then this morning it skyrocketed to 39.3. It's a bit like the oil prices last year, except it hasn't dropped yet.
I went to my favourite doctor again. Nothing going too well, he says. Drawing a syringe of blood off my arm, he suggests that I might have gotten dengue fever. Good stuff.
And then he gave me another injection ON MY BUTT AGAIN. Oh boy, my right buttock had had a few adventures.
Sigh. What a new way to start a year.
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