First, the GP said it it was Chicken Pox. Most likely jumped to conclusion on hearing that she was exposed to two cousins who had just come down with Chicken Pox. On the 2nd visit, the GP said it was throat infection. Hmm. We eventually sought attention from her regular PD clinic when the fever returned, and subsequently brought her to hospital because her fever remained high for 3 days and she started to vomit too.
The A&E doctor decided to admit her for observation and to run tests. So, we spent the next two nights in Mt Alvernia. Despite my protests, we practically shipped a car-load of barang barang to the hospital.
In the hospital ward, Vanessa had a drip line setup so that they could administer antibiotics. The antibiotics were set to flow slowly over 20 minutes to reduce the pain. But it was not good enough for Vanessa, because she cried almost throughout all the 20 minutes even though we tried our best to distract her.
Vanessa became quickly trained to be wary of anyone coming into her room. She could be sleeping soundly one moment, and then wake up and turn her head around the moment an unfamiliar person (e.g. nurses) opened the door and came in. Then she would make a lot of fuss.
There was an instance while I was carrying her in the corridor, all nice and peaceful, a nurse came over to me to ask a question about dinner. Vanessa instantly started to cry! I guess she really hates the nurses. She didn’t really sleep much in the hospital, I suppose because she didn’t feel comfortable with the place.
Fortunately, all the urine, stool and blood test they ran came back mostly negative. It turned out that she had likely come down with a viral fever.