It isn’t normal for Sam to sleep for more than six or seven hours a day. She’s the kind of person who thinks she’s missing out on so much by sleeping. It isn’t normal for her not to eat heartily either. Sam has a healthy appetite and when she skips meals, I always know there’s something wrong.
She’s sick. Sleeping for over 18 hours a day. For the past 24 hours, she has only eaten a couple of tablespoonfuls of rice, a little meat and, for dinner, a chicken leg. It’s been that way since Tuesday. Speedy insisted on a blood test last night so I roused Sam from bed and we went to a clinic. As usual, the dengue scare is hovering over our heads.
Thing is, it wasn’t very easy to get Sam to agree to the test. She hates needles. And she started whining as soon as I told her. She wouldn’t even let the nurses prick her finger unless I was right there beside her. She’s 15 years old but still a baby when it comes to needles. Can’t blame her though. I’m the same way.
When I relayed the test results to her doctor, she told me it was too early to rule out dengue. But Sam’s symptoms — muscular pains, painful throat, headaches and recurring low-grade fever — suggest a viral infection. Viral infection means no antibiotics which only work against bacteria. In short, if it’s a viral infection, it will pass. A waiting game. Meanwhile, we just have to make sure that Sam takes a lot of fluids. A lot of Ifs and Maybes and another blood test on Sunday.
Meanwhile, it’s Friday, my teaching day, and I have to conduct my classes via YM so I can stay at home with Sam. Thank goodness for the internet. And thank goodness I am handling Internet classes.