just one bite...

i sit here writing this stuff while my classmates at dce are probably struggling to make sense of the last mid-semester paper currently going on. i am not appearing for any this time, hence the luxury of writing this! and i owe this situation to a mosquito. darn her!
it's been 11days since the day i fell ill with high grade fever and in those 11days i have seen myself suffer through maddening bouts of sickness, a stay in the hospital, innumerable needle pricks and meeting my entire delhi based family. quite an eventful series of events which i never wish are repeated, ever again. i have had enough of hospital beds, thank you.
it all started on sunday last while dad n i were happily roaming about cp and before i knew what was wrong i was shivering! back home i tried to quietly go to sleep but with ma not around, my dad wasn't quite sure how to handle a burning girl :P somehow we both pulled through the night and when ma finally came home, began the fever ritual and i slept like i'd never slept before! our erratic cycle pulled up long enough till wednesday when i was in a state ready to kick any and everything because not only was i frustrated at my sickness, i was bored to death! but boredom does stuff to your head, or so my dad now believes. my "bestest" nurse, my dad, says i bored him with tales of how i had ogres sitting on my head beating drums and the three bears playing around in my tummy...he never could stand any of my fantasy shit; a delirious fantasy land was more than he could partake!
so one fine morning it seems my body had had enough and i managed to do a very classy swooning act. alas! i was not in a ball with fancy clothes and handsome men, just me in my pyjamas and my aghast parents! having scared the daylights out of them at night, come morning i was promptly taken to the hospital and i must've been one hell of a sight coz all i remember is sleeping on my way there and then waking up in 'my' room with a drip stuck into my wrist. yeah i also remember shouting when that long needle was poked in, but that's it! i slept after that and slept some more.
now i hold myself patly responsible for my visit to the hospital coz i'd always had a desire to be admitted in the hospital and have peoole visit me! i did manage it, but i regret being so stupid and wishing for it to happen; but a part of me is also glad i learnt my lesson and got my hospital trip. stupid me.
so well i got everyone in delhi to actually visit me. my room always had someone or the other dropping by to check on the little baby and also bring in stuff which i had no desire to taste! but the biggest surprise was bhai walking in! he came in all the way from mumbai coz i was in the hospital and once he was there, nothing was the same. he made sure i had "good" food, read kathi rolls, and a good time of my stay....he got me to actually use the tv in my room and even let me check my mails there itself! bhai u rule!!
oh did i mention all the blood samples i gave? my right arm was literally punctured! i counted about 12 pricks in all in my elbow, my wrist and my back-of-the palm. when my drip was removed, my docs were more than happy not having to struggle to find an unpunctured vein! so they happily attacked my left arm too. ouch!
so now that i look back at this whole episode, i wonder how many times had i brushed off a mosquito as nothing but a nuisance and now i had to suffer through a whole bout of dengue thanks to that one fateful bite?
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