It has been 3 long and tiring weeks. Finally glad to be home. Not that my condition has improved but at least I am closer to my loved ones (my cats included). The last week in the hospital, I had tubes after tubes of blood extracted from me almost daily. Was becoming weaker by the day. The amount of high radiation CT scans that I was exposed to (5 times I believe) did nothing to make me stronger. I think it fried some brain cells here and there. Well they probed me left right centre up here and down there and still...there was nothing that the doctors could do to cure me of this 'mysterious' illness. A friend of mine wondered if it was a case of a broken heart. Huh? Anyway I was already prepared for the worst and me being me, I doubt I'll ever tell anyone the truth about my condition. I do not want people to worry. I remembered trying to look really strong and to appear well when I had visitors at the hospital. I could fool most people but not my parents. They said that my eyes could not lie.
Well...at least now I am home. My temperature is going crazy again. Last I checked it was 39.2. At least it's not as high as before. For now I am putting my health and well-being in Allah's hands. He gave me this illness for a reason and only He has the cure. Whatever He has destined for me I shall accept. Insya-Allah I will recover in time for the new term.
For now I need loads of rest. Walking for a short distance would make me weak and shoot my temperature to the roof. That's it for now. Got to go rest...