fell terribly sick this week. wasn't able to sleep well on sunday and monday nights because of the rain. stomach didn't feel too good on tuesday morning. tried to contain the uneasiness but ended up with a fever (38.6 degree celsius). took 2 panadol extra from my campmate and rested. at around 10.30pm, was told to go to the medical centre. at that time i was feeling giddy but my temperature had dropped to 37.8 degree celsius. was sent to changi general hospital at around 11.30pm and after seeing the doctor, i reached back at camp around 12.15am. my condition didn't really improve the next day and i had to go outside to see a doctor and i was diagnosed to have a stomach infection.

wed night was terrible for me. i felt like i was boiling and my stomach so very bloated because it was filled with gas. i rested on the bed the whole night, with my mum by my side looking after me. she put ice over my forehead and prepared glucose drinks for me because i didn't eat at all. she even woke me up in the night to tell me to take medicine so that i could recover faster. i didn't eat much because i couldn't. although i was hungry, my stomach was too bloated to take in any more food. that made my condition worse because more acids were produced in my stomach and everything just became worse.

i just want to thank God for my mum who was there the whole time to take care of me. without her, i don't even know whether i could have recovered. i felt so terrible that i thought i couldn't make it through. i never want to have that feeling again. a combination of headache, fever, stomach uneasiness, hunger and diarrhoea. it's really something that i don't think anyone will like to have. so far this is my worse sickness and it also shows me how much my mum cares about me. no matter how i had responded to her in my sickness, she was there all the time and thinking back, i wondered how she did that and i can only conclude that she loved. sometimes i just don't think that i treat her well enough to deserve such love from her and therefore one thing i learned from this is that love from our parents is unconditional because we are their very own. the same goes for God's love for us.