Received an sms from my son late Tuesday afternoon.
"mak, I have a severe headache. Come and get me"
"Cant you drive your motorbike"
"Cant hardly open my eyes"
The hunting around the house began for a volunteer. Luckily my ever-willing-as long as-you-get-my-car-tank-fully-fueled-daughter came to the rescue. She went off to pick up hussein at his college right after maghrib and I reminded her to bring him straight to the clinic to have him checked up.
When they finally reached home more than an hour later I greeted him at the top of the staircase. He gave me the demanded-for-sympathy look. I reached out my hand and put the back of my palm on his forehead and the heat transfered to my skin as mine touched his.
"What did the doctor say"
"Nothing. He just gave me pills for my headache and fever'
I assured him that he would be okay in the morning.
But it was not okay. His skin was still burning hot two days after that. I brought him to see the doctor again and this time he took some blood sample, just to check for dengue, he told me. They sent him off with more pills. The doctor promised to let me know the result by 2.30 in the afternoon. I waited. When it was already five o'clock but still there was no news from the clinic I decided that what the doctor really meant was it was my duty to contact him not the other way round. The result was negative. No dengue.
His fever really got me worried. And he had no appetite to eat and to drink. When he tried to drown some into his stomach it came out again a few minutes later. He looked so weak and could barely hold up his head. That night he came to my room, flopped and straightened his body on my bed and stayed there until the next morning. I looked at him as a fragile baby that I once knew 18 years ago.
As my worry rocketed higher it came down to me that I had to do something about it. I called my husband who was still outstation telling him that I had to bring him to the hospital. My daughter and me drove him to pantai mc where he was later warded. It was yesterday evening.
When I visited him this morning he looked cherrier eventhough his temperature still fluctuated. It came down as low as 38.1 only. He had his blood samples taken every now and then. His doctor said the result for dengue was negative but he had all the dengue symptoms. His platlet kept dropping and the staffs were monitoring him regularly. At least I believe that I have him in the right hands.
It seems that our plan for the holiday which is supposed to start on Monday has to be postponed.