It has been a long long while since I last recalled being sick. Of course there is the usual cold once in a while but we are living in Malaysia of course we are prone to that due to the weather condition.

Well, started fine yesterday. Attending a training. All seems fine except for a little wind in the body that was quite normal I would say for me. Walk around, killing time and getting to know new friends in Mid Valley. Tired definitely but quite energetic still. Ate good and hot Bak Kut Teh with the group of TARCians who attended the training as well and then attended the launch. Was fine for the first half an hour and horror struck.

Could not sit still in my seat. Fidgeting all around. Cold even though I was in a very thick and warm sweater. The trainer was good but nothing entered really. Just hoping I didn't puke at my new found friend. Time seem to past so slowly and finally I decided I had to get out of the air-cond room. Trust me it was cold to the bones ache.

Thank God for friends. Got help from a church friend to drive everyone home (as I was suppose to drive but due to the terrible headache it was quite impossible to drive). Manage to get everyone safely home got my beloved family all worried. Calling every once in a while to find out where I was, most probably gave the driver pressure to drive even faster and finally at half past 11 I was in the arms of my sisters who took over the driver seat and drove me straight to the hospital where my dad was awaiting.

A long long wait (2 hours plus) in the hospital (mind you not goverment hospital, was a private specialist hospital) but yet they had so few doctors on duty and lots and lots of sick patients. The children sound which would have sound pleasant and some time was quite irritating with the spliting headache. Certainly they have to improve their services. They were sweet and nice though the volume of people keep coming in (yea the number of sick people) but waiting so long???

My darling dad of course told me to sleep by the sofa and he waited for my number to be called. Drifted in and out from dreamland. Told my dad I feel even worse waiting and would actually prefer my bed at home but well he is quite persistant in his ways. Finally at 2.30am they called my number when in for about 10-15min given the presribe medication sent home to bed.

Could hardly stay awake took the cough syrup as it didn't require me to eat and slept. Woke up several times took my morning dose and slept till 1 plus in the afternoon. A few hours of being awake and it was another round of sleeping till 5plus in the evening. Certainly lots of sleeping going on. Its 7 something now. Time for my next dose. :) Getting much better.

Quite disspointed that I had to miss the training I was looking forward too. Hmmm.....