It’s not often one hopes that one is suffering from the flu.
I was told by the good doctor at Thomson Medical Centre on Friday night that I had to watch for symptoms of dengue, seeing as I had a spiking fever of 40’C, on and off (and off and on again Saturday night and Sunday morning).
The good doctor also warned me that the new batch of Voltaren injections didn’t come with anesthetic anymore, so it would hurt a bit. It hurt a little, enough for me to mutter Phua Chee Bye (Phua Chu Kang’s long lost brother) loud enough so that the people outside the consultation room could hear.
Sunday afternoon was a woozy one, but I thought, what better than to see if I have dengue by going out to meet a friend for coffee and see if I last an hour. I lasted three, but that was a pretty dumb thing to do just to test if I had dengue.
So, kids, don’t try this at home.
Surf stop: life in shades of sepia
On A Bad Day from the album “Barricades & Brickwalls” by Kasey Chambers