Help Me!!!!!!!

It have been a long time since i blogged. I was busy with tuition classes, studies, exams, cleaning works and also preparing cookies for Diwali . Then started my ooohlalala nightmare! Duh, on the eve of Diwali i felt a lil cold, Mom said its fever. Fine, I cant be bothered too much. I continued to help mom after popping in 2 panadol pills. From Diwali till today I am sick. It have been more than 10 days. I was very angry and frustrated of course. I thought i could use this holiday to catch up on my studies since exam is just around the corner, but this is what happened. The food served during Diwali I couldn't enjoy. The whole episode of Diwali wasn't an enjoyable one for me.

Two days back, I went to hospital to inhale the special gas for asthma problem. I did not have asthma problem before this. Everything started recently. After the 1st session, the medical assistant checked me. He told me that my throat is infected and the oxygen level in my body low. So i had to go for a second session. Meanwhile I was observing whatever happening in the emergency ward. Seriously emergency ward is a happening place for me as long as there is no blood and painful screams. There was an interesting case. A young girl aged just 17 drank the yellow medicine (iodine) because of a fight erupted with her boyfriend. I was like what the hell...insanity. I never risk my life for a another bunch of shit. She was looking fine. The moment she entered all the staffs in emergency room who treated her started to bombard her with questions such as " what is the purpose for you to drink this, you wanted to die??". She said no. She never even look into their eyes due to the shame.

Then came an abortion case who never let anyone to touch her but wanted to get treated, then an old man who not bothered about his own health, and a small boy who acted overly sensitive(a  spoilt brat actually). All this happened while I was under the gas. After the session, the MA told me to wait. He said let the doctor to have a look. Then came the doctor, a young Chinese man. He was very dedicated and professional. Earlier I saw the way he handle the patients. He took his stethoscope and checked me. He told me that he suspect that i got chest infection and he told me that if it is serious I must be admitted. I couldn't believe what he was saying, but i just nodded to him. He told me I must take X-ray and a blood test to confirm the infection.

The MA came to take my blood. This is the 3rd time my blood is taken for test. Then he said I can wait outside to take my X-ray. I went out and sat with my bro and started to chit chat. And yeah after the gas inhaling session, I started to shiver non-stop. It was 12.10pm. Dad got worried and came to see me, that time the lady nurse requested my dad to bring me to X-ray because no enough staffs. Dad said okay, so I took my stuffs and got ready to walk with my dad. Suddenly that nurse told me, I must use wheelchair. I said NO, I am alright. That lady said NO must use wheelchair, doctor's order. Fine, I listened to what she said and I went to take my X-ray. Later, I came back to the doc, doc said okay confirmed PNEUMONIA. Doomed my life. He prescribed me lots of medicine and warned me to come back to get admitted if not getting well.

For more than 10 days, I never touch books at all. I was having sleepless and painful nights. The pain of coughing too much is killing me. But today it seems better. I think my body can respond well to the antibiotics. I am praying a lot to not get admitted and to have some last minute revision. I just want to be normal. Being sick makes me sick and weak! Am I cursed so that I should fall sick before my major exam? Oh god. Please help this poor child of yours.