First timer.

I just got discharged from Pantai Medical Centre earlier today due to bacterial intestine infection. Was hospitalized for 3 nights starting late Saturday. Syukur Alhamdulillah, dengan izin Allah, I've recovered. Phew!

To back track, on last Thursday night, I had this beehun kungfu at this kedai makan in Seksyen 7 Shah Alam with my classmates at about 10ish pm. The next day, I started to feel dizzy, temperature rising, nauseaus and I had stomach ache - more like spasms. It wasn't like stomach-ache-about-to-be-diarrhoea-kinda-pain, it was like as if your intestines were tied up in knots.

On the very same day, which was on Friday, apart from already feeling unwell, I pushed my luck and played an hour of futsal with my classmates. (Just so you know, pushing myself more than my limits have always been one of the "favourite" factors why I become sick. Lol.) After the game, I left immediately due to the fact that one, I had to collect a pair of jelly gladiator sandals I bought from Trendsettershop at Seksyen 9, two, I had to rush home as I promised my girlfriends for dinner and three, a sudden reason - I was shivering to my bones! My temperature just went up like nobody cares, I was burning, my eyes were glazy and heaty and worst of all, I was driving! Anything could have happened. I panicked.

So instead of heading to my PJ home, I rushed back to my S.Alam house and immediately literally threw myself on to the bed with no air cond, no fan and just myself, my clothes and a towel to cover myself up. It felt like I was freezing! So the rest of the night passed by...

On Saturday, in thinking that I was okay and ignoring the fact that I still had stomach spasms, I went out. Went to my friend's bbq at Kg. Sg. Penchala (Zhafran, your house is the bumbbbbb! So MTV Cribs I loiikeee!), then headed towards Lina's bbq (where my pain got worse) proceeded to the Curve to meet up with my girlies at Fridays (my pain did not show mercy on me now). In the end, I was at the Curve only for an hour. I had to leave because the pain was non-compromising. By midnight, I was in a bad shape. Terribly in pain.

On my own accord, I asked my mom to take me to the hospital. The moment I registered, the doctor said I was already dehydrated, hence, dripped me with a pint of H2O. A blood test sample was taken and the doctor informed that if the pain had not reduced by the end of drip, I had to be admitted. To my unfortunate news, I had to be admitted.

First time masuk hospital. Serious boring gila. All I do is sleep sleep sleep. Or if I'm awake it's for me to go the bathroom, makan or makan ubat.

But thanks to the nurses, Dr. Shankar (You're the man! I adore you!), those who took care of me - my parents especially, Lina, Yaya, Abang, Nain, Bibik, Irman, Sha, Mel, Dalia, Tasha, Nurul, Hash, Arshad, Mel, Kak Shanna, Abg Din, Abg Kuri, Kak Fadzlina, Baby Ariff, Abg Hisham, Aunty Fatimah, Uncle Manaf, Tt, Faisal, Is, Shanee, Qyo. Not forgetting those who texted and called for their well recovery wishes. I truly appreciate it. Most of all, Syukur Alhamdullilah to Allah taala for it it is You who recovered me. Amin.

Oh well, what an experience for me, a first timer being hospitalized. A lesson learnt this weekend, makan kena pilih tempat elok2. :)