Tuesday, August 19th 2008

Fever has gone down, but nausea has started. Is it because I'm hungry? It's 6.27pm, and I'm waiting for dinner. Dad's still in the midst of cooking, cutting vegetables, etc etc. Gahh, I hate feeling nauseous. You can't do anything. Well, anything but blog.

I only attended half-a-day of school today- Double English and Double Math. Ms Yip got annoyed with our class again. We were doing English Oral again but nobody wanted to try. They were afraid to, they said. Oh man, it's going to be even worse in front of a team of examiners. I'm in every position to tell you guys that. Been through all that shit last year.

Math wasn't all that bad today, only I probably failed another one of those Math tests. We were supposed to mark it and do the corrections while Mrs Khoo flashed the answers and workings over the visualiser. I got some marks out of my graph. I can draw triangles! =D

Went up to Mrs Khoo after lesson to tell her I wanted to go home because I wasn't feeling well. Explained that I had a temperature this morning, and she made me take my temperature, and because my temperature had gone down from 37.7 deg C to 37.3 deg C, I'm not sure she believed me, but she said I could go home anyway. Dad came to pick me up from school, and insisted on taking me to see the doctor (my childhood doctor, oh no!). It was very awkward, because I used to live at the same condo as him, and he knew me since I was a little kid, I even remember talking to him while we were swimming. Anyway, ever since I moved out of the condo years and years ago, I haven't been going to his clinic very often, so it was very awkward to see him again.

This is the part I want to type about.

I was called into his examination room, and I sat gingerly at the chair. It was actually kind of comforting seeing his face again, because I've seen it since I was young. I have to stress that he is a very gentle doctor. He does everything slowly, gently, as if using a little more force or speed would kill somebody. Good doctor. Anyway, he was using his stethoscope to listen to my heart-beat and breathing. Since I was a child, I've been too curious not to look around his office/examination room while he used his stethoscope on me, and so, I did. I caught sight of a display on one of his shelves behind him. There was a small chart that said in bold "Determine the hardness of your erection" and several long objects: a plastic corn, a plastic banana, and something else I can't remember. They all looked very edible. It was hilarious, but I had to keep from laughing. He's a doctor, and nothing related to the human body can embarrass him anymore.