I had an amazing time at the New Year’s Eve party with my friend Tamas, his wife & kids, and their friends. All was fine and dandy, but when I woke up this morning, I felt extremely cold…and had a pretty heavy cough. I thought maybe I had set the air conditioner timer to do an auto-shut-off while I was sleeping. I turned over and saw that my A/C was on and there was warm-air coming out. I even had my space heater on, too. That struck me as a bit weird. “If all of my heating devices are on…why am I still cold?” Hmm…
I stood up, and lurched forward, feeling super dizzy. This also was pretty strange because I didn’t drink any alcohol…not a single drop. So I groggily put two and two together. With the wobble from hell, I walked over to the kitchen drawer and pulled out my electric thermometer just to make sure everything was okay…it wasn’t. I check my temperature and the reading was 37.8 degrees Celsius. Honestly, I still get confused with these readings because in America we use Farenheit. So I went to Google put in my reading to get a better idea of what my temperature was. 37.8C converts into 100.04 degrees Farenheit. I thought to myself “So, I have a small fever. I’ll drink plenty of water, take some NyQuil, and just get some sleep…I’ll be fine.” I did just that. I took some medicine, curled up in some blankets and slept.
The day went by in one lazy blink. I woke up and it was nearly five-o-clock and the sun was going down. I still had chills and a bad cough. I checked my temperature again and it was 38.3 degrees Celcius. I then started considering my hospital options. Luckily, I live in a university town and there is a 24-hour hospital (a good one) about an eight-minute bike rid from home. I know emergency hospital visits aren’t cheap, so I wanted to avoid going at all costs. I tried taking a bit more medicine staying hydrated and resting.
Around seven-o-clock, I checked my temperature again and it was 38.9 degrees Celsius which is 102.2 degrees Farenheit. Once I saw that the fever was increasing, I eased on a pair of jeans, slipped on a shirt, jacket, and winter wear, and took the bike ride to the hospital. I didn’t understand everything the attendants were saying to me in Japanese, but I was able to turn present them my insurance/hospital cards, and use enough Japanese to get signed in.
They called my name “Ashu Donaludo San.” I wen to the counter and one of the nurses took my pulse and checked my temperature. I put the thermometer underneath my arm, and waited. Not waiting for the beep (which shows that the thermometer is done reading) the nurse took the reading 36.8. Eh? That couldn’t be right…I took my temperature three times. I knew I was going to be waiting a while, because I know emergency rooms often have to handle to most pressing cases first. I saw the doctor about two-and-a-half hours later, and he was a really nice guy. He actually seemed pretty excited to talk to a foreigner, and tried practicing his English. He looked at the temperature the nurse had written down and thought it might be just a common cold. He checked my lungs and all of that stuff. I told him I thought the nurse’s temperature reading was wrong, so he checked again. After waiting for the the beep, we looked 38.3 degrees. Which is still in the feverish zone, but better than what is was. He prescribed some medicine to reduce my fever, and I was on my merry way.
I feel much better, even though my cough is still pretty heavy. I took my temperature and it’s 37.1 degrees Celsius (98.78 degrees Farenheit). What a relief. I’m gonna chill out until I have to go back to work on Wednesday, but it feels great to wake up and not be dizzy.