These past 10 days have been some of the longest of my entire life.

Kids, never get hospitalized.

Just nine days ago, I (thought) I got over a fever, went to Rishi's awesome sausagefest, had a tequila or three and began puking my guts out within two hours. Whilst having a 40-degree fever. Joints aching, head spinning, stomach stinging; name the pain/ache/sore, I probably had it.

Eight hours later, off to the hospital it was. And my arduous journey to health slash constant battle against boredom had began. In retrospect, I think I'd take the fever over the boredom any day. Atleast I had some sensation to fight off, instead off continuously trying to entertain myself with nothing more than three bottles and a needle poking into my left hand.

.... I would type more, but I'm having trouble forming a coherent thought right now.

Though I've been discharged, my blood platelet count is still relatively low. Head's still spinning a bit, so I'm go eat my nasi goreng now, more updates later.

Woo.