Let’s be quick from here. Or rather, let’s be slow from here. I want to write this post as detailed as possible.
Before I begin, be reminded that I’m going back in a few hours time, and am coming back by National Day, so I’ll update about my Entertainment News till then with next week’s stuff. Now, let’s see how much of information I can divulge here…
CLASSIFIED
Tuesday – I went back to camp, and after a bad nights sleep woke up with an upset stomach (must be something I ate on Monday afternoon… not the Filet-O-Fish?). What’s more, I feel even more bad when I noticed I didn’t bring my PT shows in. So, I asked IC what to do and he told me to go down in sandals, where my sergeant kindly let me off.
After breakfast, I went for IMT shooting (you need not know about it, just know it’s shooting range, a electronic version) at another camp (those who know where can guess) along with the company, and finished the shooting. Not very good on a bad stomach and nauseous self, I told myself, as I went back to the briefing room to rest. Then I suddenly had the urge to go to the toilet, and I wasn’t wrong: I puked. A heck lot of it, like everything yesterday and the morning’s Milo? (Did I mention I had no appetite?) And yeah, as how I explained to my sis: It was me entering the toilet alone, and 10+ people exiting the toilet with me. Yeah, the commanders knew about it already, even the orderly medic. Luckily it wasn’t much, and I said I was okay, as normally after this one would be okay. That, is not the case.
Maybe I should stay in the camp to visit the Medical Centre (sh*t another clue), but then I went back. The whole afternoon I wasn’t very well, so I reported sick, but then my camp’s Medical Centre needs letter after morning consultation hours, so no choice asked CSM to write for me. While waiting for him, the sergeant (who forgave me for the shoes) came along with me waited with me, and as I was sitting there feeling nauseous, his phone rang and the ringtone was like:
OMG, I thought. But nvm. I went to the Centre, he left, and the medic explained that the MO (Doctor, in short) was away (Medical Board, for those who know) and I ended up going to the Sick Bay. Now these words sounded normal, but that was the first time I had my first sugar drip. For those who don’t know what it is, it’s not classified info so I can explain. It’s this:
You guys be kind that I did not post any other real form of picture, because I’m intending to make this child-friendly. (Audience: |||…) The FIRST IV DRIP was wonderful, and I swear was totally an experiment, for the medics. The medic poked me three times: First because they cannot find their veins, second was because I flexed (muscles move, thus vein positions move, to put it simply) and lastly because they got one of higher rank to do it for me. The diagram is as follows:
*Diagram not to scale, in chronological order from previous paragraph
(I’m making this look so f***ing nice you assholes, stop laughing) (Audience: I thought this was to be a family website…) OK let’s carry on. So I got dripped, the feeling just sucks, really. I lied there for a few hours before it finished and I was allowed to go, and YOU THOUGHT IT HAD ENDED. Not the case…
At that night (I’m still on Tuesday, mind you), after dinner my temperature started rising, and even before Last Parade ended I fell out for fever. 38 doesn’t sound bad, but it’s a fever, nevertheless. So the verdict is so after discussion with sergeants and medics: I cannot go to the real range the next day, and I am to be EVACUATED to the camp I had IMT, which has a 24-hour Medical Centre. You get my point now? So the medics had to fetch me to the camp itself via the transportation only they can use. Yes – an ambulance. I went to see the doctor, he said was a case of Stomach Flu, and sent me back. Without any medicine. Oops. The medic still asked me on the way back, and I thought they’re supposed to get the medicine on our camp’s Centre. Oh great. So the medic sneaked some Panadol (you know the chemical name, don’t brag me with that) for me for the night (as if anyone it bothered to go there again; It’s like 40 mins to and fro you know) as I slept. My stomach still feels bad, really.
On a side note, I asked sergeant permission to get someone to drop my PT shoes in front of camp to get it. I still bad about it, but sorry sis and thanks for the help, even though you feel feverish and do not know the way to the camp. (Audience: OMG) (Yeah.) My buddy Steven ended up getting it for me that night, since I… sat on an ambulance, remember?
Wednesday – (Ah finally) So in the morning I had no choice but to report sick to my camp’s Medical Centre. It took me hours to see the Officer, I told him it was Stomach Flu (the fella at that camp couldn’t be wrong…) and was a bit constipating (I was a little like that since BMT anyway), and he told me he give me rest and – guess what – he sent me to the Sick Bay. And I tell you; The SECOND IV DRIP was not fun. What’s more it came with two injections before I could take medicine:
*Diagram not to scale
Ahhhh and one more day is wasted. I was recovering, because I know that since everyone else is outside and would not be back until midnight, I spend the rest of the night resting (not in bunk anyway, cannot also) and having a bad case of diarrhoea. Now I regret I did not tell the officer I was having diarrhoea: It just was a little later than when I consulted you~
So that night sucked, but I still had to sleep, so suck it up lor, besides I can stay to do light duties while having some freeodm to sh*t whenever I like…
Thursday – Wonderful day. Since I spent the morning sending, keeping and cleaning rifles. At least better than punishment and running around with a bad stomach and ass; You get what I mean. (Audience: I thought this was supposed to be-) (Shut up and listen.) Afternoon did some practice for an event I cannot afford to miss: Demolition. So I observed as much as I can, sh*tted some times, and by the night I was not improving. The diarrhoea, I mean. So…
Friday – Reported sick. Since I cannot possibly sh*t and run 5km. Really, huh? And I knew the commanders did not ask, so I rather admit first lest I suffer later. Some others reported sick with me, and even though the morning was waiting again at the Medical Centre… I had a plan. My intention was to:
- Tell him I’m here for the diarrhoea medicine
- Reject entry into the Sick Bay to avoid that stupid drip AGAIN.
- Ask permission for going to the Demolition event on Sunday (which I’m about to go so you know I’m okay now)
Yesh but the best laid plans can come to dust, and this time it was of regret. I met the same Officer again, told him about Point 1 and 3, but forgot about Point 2. Yeah. So… (Audience: OMG so they…) (Precisely.)
*Diagram not to scale
Haha. Now you know what the title means? But this THIRD IV DRIP is more of a consolation: The people from my company who reported sick also suffered the same fate (muahaha), and many are not afraid of things like movement and backflows. So why should I? I HAVE EXPERIENCE… (Audience: LOL…)
Currently – Recovering, and going back to camp in like half an hours time, so consider me glad to type this much since I’m afraid I forget and not be able to type such a wonderful post after I come back from camp on Tuesday. Cya guys then, don’t ask me about the experience. If you need to, give me a call at 1800-CALL-NKN. If you can reach me, that is…
Life sucks. But if you accept it, life becomes an experience. Once and once again. - Kaineng
