No school for the past two days

Didn't go to school so that I could:

• Be socially responsible
• Rest so that I could get well

The mother found out and went ballistic.

Hey, it’s not my fault. I’m the one with no voice, no sense of smell/taste, hot forehead. It doesn’t make sense to go and spread these pesky germs to others, and let the virus swarm the epithelial linings of schoolmates’ throats and lungs.

Dear The Mother. Sometimes I do things because I’m terrified of you. Also, because you don’t really give two hoots about me. I’m sad to say this, but I think you care more about my academics than my health.

Do you seriously think I like being sick? And not able to taste anything at all? Heck, you could make me drink urine and I wouldn't know. I hate Green Tea but yesterday I drank some and it was bearable. Why? Because I can't taste. The past few days I've been eating nothing but Chicken Porridge. Not your choice, but my own, so that I can recover quickly. Don't you think I'm making an effort?

Tell me, is this fun? Is this fun? Is this fun? NO IT ISN'T. Stop making me find reasons not to like you. I'm so near there.

Patient

Finally I came around to getting my nose checked, it's been giving me trouble. All the pesky sneezes and runny nose episodes.

Part One: Shoving an metal contraption up my nose
The Caucasian looking and sounding doctor with a Chinese last name (David Lau) sprayed local anasthetic into my nostrils, and proceded to put a endoscope to have a view inside my gross nostrils. It was really uncomfortable. Ick.

Part Two: Pricking me with allergens
I went to another room. Hola, nurse! She was pretty friendly, she explained the procedure to me, then pricked me with serrated plastic bits which had ends dipped in allergens to find out which ones I was allergic to. So, 24 allergens ranging from pollen, mold to dustmites and cat fur were pricked into my arms. As well as a positive and negative test. I had to wait for 20 minutes, while I watched a corny 1980s video on "how to allergy-proof your home".

Diagnosis: I'm allergic to dust mites, cockroaches and dogs. Not telling my mum about the dogs bit though. I love dogs to bits, and besides, I'm only mildly allergic to them.

Part Three: True Blood. Kidding. The Blood Test
I may sound crazy, but since this is the first time in my conscious life that I've seen my blood being drawn from my arms, I think it's really exciting. I'm the type to watch. I'm not afraid of needles at all. The sight of red blood rushing into a vial is pretty amazing. I want to donate blood soon :)

Seeing the doc again after exams for a final diagnosis. But for now, it's just allergic rhinitis.

Maybe I should allergy-proof my room.