Me, My ‘Swine’ and I

Lots of people have been paying tribute to the King of Pop since his death, so I’ll not overkill it and do it here.

I DO have to say though that I’m satisfied that with his death, those golddigging parents of the children he allegedly molested will get nothing further.

How come no one hyped up the fact and question WHY this parents abdicate their responsibility and let their children be practically raised by Michael Jackson? Their kids eat his food, stay under his roof and basically live off his generosity and then turn against him for more profit?

Stupid hillbillies hicks bogan parents. Hope your butt comes down with diseases that makes it itch a thousand of camel fleas for eternity. Hah.

So rest in peace King of Pop, I still love you!

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Y’all in my Facebook would know that I was admitted in isolation ward for at a day to check for swine flu.

I felt feverish Tuesday morning and by evening it escalated into a full blown high fever. HOWEVER, I didn’t have any flu, sore throat or pain in the abdominal area—the symptoms of a swine flu. All I had was high fever and splitting headache.

So the next morning on Wednesday my mum drove me to the emergency ward. We know it’s highly unlikely that it’s swine flu but protocol demands that anyone coming home from overseas or swine flu risk area MUST report in emergency ward shall we fall sick. So we did. And I was quarantined. And they took swab samples, blood samples and urine sample and then stick me in isolation ward until the result comes out the next day.

People have been asking me, “How was your experience? It must have been really horrible!”

The truth it, there was not much experience and no, it wasn’t horrible.

I did have high fever, remember, so being in isolation ward gave me an opportunity to fully rest. So the first night all I did was sleep and toilet and sleep and toilet. Yeah, riveting stuffs.

It wasn’t horrible because the nurses and doctors were so nice. They know it must be awful being in isolation so they offered me a lot of things that I didn’t take. Whatever food I wanted, whatever magazines, whatever music…all I had to do was request. Now, had I been healthy I would have requested a lot of things to punish them for quarantining me. But I had a splitting headache and reading wasn’t going to do me much. So I said no and went back to bed.

I did have very nasty diarrhea though. At one point I timed my toilet visits and found out I have diarrhea every hour (too much information for you, sorry!). I told the nurses and they gave me those Uphalytes to drink with my water…ugh…nasty stuffs but necessary. I wasn’t gonna die of dehydration from hourly diarrhea that’s for sure.

The only nasty thing about the hospital was the food. It’s archaic diabetic friendly food, meaning they have absolutely no taste in them so I couldn’t bring myself to eat it. That combined with my diarrhea, I lose 2kg that night alone.

AGAIN, they were really nice so when they realized I wasn’t eating any of the food, they gave me plenty of fruits. Washed, peeled AND sliced, people! My excuse to them was that I didn’t have appetite, what’s with being sick and all. I didn’t want to offend those nice people by saying “I’m not eating cos the food sucks!” and I also didn’t want to belittle their effort in trying to feed an already fat penguin.

I felt much better in the morning though. My fever subsided by 2am that morning so when I woke up at 6am I was…bored. I wasn’t allowed outside in case I infect someone else so I had to stay put in my own little room. Trust me, after long hours in isolation you start noticing little dirts in a very hygienic, spotlessly clean room. You start thinking that maybe you should help the staffs clean the room. Scrub the floor. Clean the toilet. Or scrub your bedsheet with a toothbrush. While in isolation. I contemplated sleeping again but there are only so many hours you can stand to sleep each day…I found that out! For someone who have subsisted on 4-5 hours of sleep per day, suddenly having 23 hours available to you to sleep seems very shocking and unsettling.

I’ll never last in prison, I’m telling you!