Well, sorry for scaring the shit out of you guys, especially Rachel and Weiling.
Yes, I had a fever.
No, I wasn't crying because Benedict Soh scolded me (-_-ll) or I was sad or anything. I don't know what happened, I don't usually allow myself to cry in school. But it was damn freaking cold and uncomfortable in the dance studio. Guess my body couldn't take it. And I had enough problems to handle, I didn't need the idea of a fever pushing me further down.
Yes, this is the first time I got home so early on a Tuesday.
So, when I went to school in the morning, it was just flu. By the end of the day, the flu bug evolved into something bigger and scarier so I was having a fever by the last period. I debated if I should go for CCA, but I still went, 'cause I knew SYF was important enough. Somehow I felt that maybe halfway something would trigger inside me and I would faint or something, LOL.
But when I was tying my hair, Benedict Soh wanted me to tie the Sound-of-Bliss's hairstyle. Weird, I totally wasn't expecting that comment to be the one lighting the match inside me. In my mind, I was totally fine with it, but I guess my body wasn't (?). My body was thinking something like, "I AM HAVING A FEVER AND I'M NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE HERE SO WHY ARE YOU EVEN TELLING ME TO TIE THE SOUND-OF-BLISS HAIRSTYLE?!" Probably it wasn't the hairstyle part, I guess it was just having to take an order from a teacher. Well, he said it nicely, it wasn't his fault, Dance just makes almost everything seem like an order.
But first I fought against my body. I didn't want to skip this practice. But my insides were shivering uncontrollably from the cold, and I knew my body wouldn't be strong enough to endure this dance practice. So I gave up fighting, and let the heat flow to my forehead. The feeling of letting loose was so great, but I don't know what happened. Suddenly, my vision blurred and I totally broke down.
I was physically unfit at that point, but my emotions and mind were following the "all for one and one for all" rule, and they weren't able to handle it already, either. The past week filled with dance practices, all the holiday homework, all the worry about the NZ students coming. All the efforts took to ensure everything was alright. All the time spent yesterday doing to the National Museum and Fort Canning with them. All the lessons I missed yesterday and all the homework given on just the first day of Term 2. Not being able to follow through lessons, or even catch up on the missed ones. And then, realising I had a fever. Like I didn't have enough to deal with already. I guess the thin thread left from wearing myself out had finally broken.
So I went to Long Lao Shi. She confirmed that I had a fever and told the other teachers. So after I changed out of my dance clothes, I left the school to see the doctor, as insisted by Carmen Ling and Benedict Soh.
I think the dance teachers are damn nice. Carmen Ling is the any-problem-come-and-find-me-and-I-will-try-my-best-to-solve-it kind of teacher. She even wanted to lend me money to cab home after realising nobody was picking me up. But I didn't, lol.
Benedict Soh understood and told me to see the doctor, he even gave me his phone number and insisted I call/text him after I'd seen the doctor and when I reached home, to ensure I was alright, I guess.
Long Lao Shi was the one who was most aware of my fever. I guess.
Wang Lao Shi arrived later, and when I was talking to Benedict Soh, Wang Lao Shi kind of saw my face, and he was totally like, peering in my face, asking, "Tang? 发生了什么事?" But my mind was so blanked out that I was unable to answer him properly, lol. And he's so nice that when I was saying 谢谢 to the teachers before leaving the Dance Studio (it's a dance rule to do that), he was doing this mini-hand wave "byebye" thing. So nice right? No wonder so many students like him, LOL.
And now, I'm not dead yet.. So yeah. That's what happened.
Anyway, thanks for the concern from the dancers, mainly Jieru, Rachel, Weiling, Rebecca, Abigail, the dance teachers and coaches, Weiren, Richie, and whoever else I forgot. I will attempt to get well soon, I promise.
I'm going to sleep. I don't care already. This thing, well, life, is killing me. What an irony.
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