Fever got worse in the morning. The Queen Bitch tried to register at the Polyclinic for me. But the fucking nurses refused to register me unless I crawled down to the clinic personally and had my temperature checked.

' I cannot register you unless you have a high fever, because we're closed since 11am.'

THEN YOU MIGHT AS WELL CLOSE THE POLYCLINIC ON SATURDAYS THEN YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORK AT ALL, FAT MINAH.

So I got a ride down to the Polyclinic and let that fat bitch take my temperature, cuz she refused to believe that I was running a high fever. And the look on her fat, over made up face was absolutely priceless.

I had to kick up another big fuss at the registration counter after that. Although the registration area had no other patients, the two other minahs at the counter refused to register me because my 'number hasn't been called yet'. WTF.

HELLO, THERE ARE NO OTHER PATIENTS IN THE WAITING AREA BUT ME, SO WHY CAN'T YOU JUST REGISTER ME FIRST?!

I had to stomp up to the counter and give them that 'has too much perfume clouded your brains?' look, and told them to look around the waiting area. LOL. Their expression was funny. I could see their brains slowly ticking to make sense of the situation.

Went up to the consultation room, got my turn to the doctor, and told him my symptoms. Got referred to the A&E the moment he saw the rashes all over me.

Dengue.

Got home, told the Father Figure, and he rushed me and Brace Face down to the A&E for blood tests, because 'unfortunately, the blood lab in the polyclinic has already closed'.

$85 per head. FUCKING HELL.

So after 3 hour's wait at CGH, with one blood test and a few doses of medication to bring my sky rocketing fever down, my blood count wasn't low enough to be warded.

And  a second blood test will be done on Monday. -,-!