Pukefest 2007

On Sunday evening just after my last posting I felt a sudden shiver, my feet and hands ice cold, and my heart aflutter while a tinge of piercing pain (not unbearable but nagging) around my centre back area. What was that, I thought. Was I experiencing some form of longing for the weekend to be longer? Cannot be, I love my job. Is this what they call an epiphany? Cannot be, I didn't see any bright white light. Was I being hit by cupid's arrow? Lagi la cannot be.

And those my friends, are some of the many symptoms of urinary tract infection or better known as UTI.

On Monday and Tuesday, with my temperature soaring to a scorching 39F, I couldnt hold any food, liquids or any form of medication down. I was puking in my sleep,puking when I woke up, puking till the most bitter liquid from the hinterlands of my tummy trickle down my parched lips. I slept hugging the pukebasin.

On Wednesday, I woke up bracing myself for another pukeathon - and then I realized, I couldn't feel my feet or my hands. And off I go to where else but the neighborhood hospital, Gleanies. They rushed me at the A&E (thanks to my melodrama - Help!! I can't feel my legs!!!! Thank you bespectacled Chinese uncle at the triage for taking good care of me!

Looking mighty fine after 3 days of torture...

After a good dose of Voltran, shots of antibiotics, pints of IV fluids and sleeping tablets to help me get through the night, I bounced back (but not 100% yet) today. I still walk funny and can only indulge in bimboesque conversations for now.

So be a good girl - drink lots of H20, pee when you need to, wipe front to back, have that post-shag glass of water to flush our bad bacteria out of your system and cranberry juice helps. I lurve cranberry juice!!! Why must Ocean Spray be so goddamn expensive here????

Half of all women will experience some form of UTI in their lifetimes, so stay in the pink!