A purple butterfly needle and a long transparent tube connected my hand to a 200 CC drip chamber. I would daydream in my dad’s clinic office or sleep in his on-call room if it’s early. Afterward, I would sit back on the pillion of my father’s bicycle, slowly moving away from the hospital and falling in semi-consciousness under a raincoat on the way back …show more content…
My body seemed to be powerless over the common flu. I still get cold two weeks and easily falling ill when I am exhausted, dehydrated and depressed. Now it has a certain pattern of development every time. It starts with rhinitis, inflammation in the left nasal channel. Blood mixed snot draining down from the post-nasal area into my throat. What I would do wisely is taking Amoxicillin at this beginning stage to prevent future bacterial infection in the nose and consume herbal medicine or Vitamin C to fight off the virus. Otherwise, the infection would spread in one or two hours and my entire nose’s fallen under the attack. Trying to taking antiviral drugs would be pointless by the then. Over a night, I would have a sore throat, and a swollen uvula, and losing my voice the during the second day time. If lucky, the sore throat would remain and nothing would get aggravated. Unfortunately, that’s not always the case. I might have a little temperature on the third day and lose my appetite while having a sore throat, running nose and severe headache. Worst of all, antibiotics would not be able to save me. It can only help me shorten the processes, which is one week for me at least. There were several times, I refuse to yield to antibiotics and surrender to the bacteria. I tried to drink a ton of water and only take Tylenol. It didn’t work out as expected. I ended up coughing for months and had to take ketotifen fumarate pills to put