The fever was more stubborn than I thought.
It began right after Math SL Paper 2 on Friday – giving new
meaning to the phrase ‘exam fever’. So after Friday prayers I decided to take a
few hours’ nap, hoping to wake up fine and nerdy to face the next test.
I woke up nerdy; but not fine.
So that night I slept early, but to no avail. Saturday
morning and I was still light-headed. Ironically, it was one of those rare
moments where I was eager to study. But the irony is lost when you consider
that an IB final exam was less than 72 hours away, and it was Chemistry HL, FOR
HEAVEN’S SAKE!!!
Saturday afternoon – my family was to come over to KMB for
lunch. Great. Just what I needed: my mum to fuss excessively over a fever which
I was already excessively fussing over =.=’
For most of the lunch, though, things were going quite
smoothly. We talked about Adik’s education, Danny’s football game, etc. …
basically anything other than my fever. Then, suddenly:
“Bang, why are you wearing a sweater??”
Caught.
Cornered, I had to admit that I was having a fever. Before I
could finish my sentence my Mama’s hand had shot to my neck (to check my
temperature, not – thankfully – to choke me to death).
As expected, the lunch proceeded after that with irritated
questions (“Why didn’t you tell Mama earlier??”) to blindingly obvious
statements (“Dahlah tengah exam. You don’t want to tell Mama you have a fever”)
and the absurdly farsighted (“You are going to become a doctor! Macam mana ni
kalau nak take ubat pun tak nak??”). <-- O.o
Reluctantly, my family eventually left KMB. I thought that
would be the end of that, and they had (thankfully) left me alone to wage my
private crusade against this darned stubborn fever.
But no such luck.
A few hours later, an SMS from Papa: “bang, we’re coming at
nite to bring ubat for u”
Quite incredibly, my parents – like a pair of superheroes on
steroids – have squeezed into their hectic schedule a visit to the family
doctor to obtain some medicine for me. That night I met them once again, still
in my now-starting-to-smell-funky sweater (showers are optional during exams; according to expert opinion). I sat resigned as Mama explained with
the thoroughness of an experienced medical officer which medicine to take, how
many times per day, and at what dosage. And then Mama brought out a Tupperware containing
what no medical officer could ever do for me – a home-cooked meal warm with
love.
I was touched, of course, but in the silent way teenagers
usually are to their parents. Mama and Papa then offered to take me back home
for what’s left for the weekend, but I declined saying it would affect the
momentum of my studies. But I guess my ego had a say in that too – I stubbornly
wanted to defeat this fever alone.
But Mama proved to be even more stubborn. She visited once
again on Sunday night, then on Monday night, all the time bringing hot
home-cooked meals and tireless reminders to “eat the ubat, especially the
antibiotics. Finish the antibiotics!”. Once, mama even brought over an electronic thermometer ("more accurate") - no joke... :OO
Tuesday – I was, Alhamdulillah, well enough to take both
papers of the Chem HL exam without blacking out halfway. Remnants of the fever
remained, but I have mostly kicked its stubborn butt out. Thanks, in no small
part, to Mama and Papa as well.
By the end of the week I was completely fine. When Saturday
rolled along so did my parents for lunch. It was then I noticed how tired Mama
looked. It wasn’t just my fever Mama had been losing sleep about – Adik had
just gone through an interview for a scholarship, and knowing Mama I knew she
was just as stressed out about the interview (if not more) than Adik was.
Wrapped up stubbornly in a battle against my fever, I forgot
to look at Mama.
I know this post is about six weeks late – I should have
posted this in Mother’s Day, not Father’s Day.
I don’t think I have thanked you enough, Ma. Happy Belated Mother’s Day. And I’m sorry for being so stubborn…I guess, in that sense, I’m just being Mama’s boy :-/ Love you.
I don’t think I have thanked you enough, Ma. Happy Belated Mother’s Day. And I’m sorry for being so stubborn…I guess, in that sense, I’m just being Mama’s boy :-/ Love you.
P.S. Happy Father's Day Pa! I’ll post something for Father’s Day soon, k? (mebe in the next 6 weeks) :pp Luv u!
P.P.S. Disclaimer: egos do not cure fevers. Ubat and
home-cooked meals do J
This is funny, epic and sweet hehehe
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