In Part 1 of Ingrid’s tale, she discovered that she had Dengue
\n Fever. In Part 2, we hear about how she was treated and what happened
\n next. <\/p>\n
We entered the hospital. I felt like I was walking into one of those
\n bars in a western movie where every one stops and stares at you. My head
\n felt dizzy and focusing was impossible. What was happening to me? Looking
\n back, I must have looked really spaced out. <\/p>\n
The nurse once again took my blood pressure. She shook her head, checked
\n the equipment and took it again. Not convinced, she took it once more.
\n She told me to remain seated and rushed off to the doctor’s room.
\n I was called in and informed that my blood pressure was 96\/80, so low
\n that it was not pumping blood to my brain properly. I was immediately
\n put onto a bed. Before I knew it, they were after my blood again – this
\n time – I was too weak to care. <\/p>\n
Noi waved a form in front of me. “What food you want?” she As they wheeled me into place, I looked down at the drip in the back Two hours later, with the little energy I had, I was still removing During the next 24 hours, I had no idea what was happening. I was constantly Day two in Hospital. I was not feeling any better nor any the wiser After the much improved lunch, I was watching a low budget Hollywood Every day the doctor would visit at around 5pm. He would look at me, Over the next few days there was no improvement. It felt like groundhog On the fourth night came the grand finale – the rashhh!!!! It Anticlimax: on the sixth day the doctor came in, looked at me, turned Later I discovered that the deadly Dengue Haemorrhagic Fever not only Hurry up with a vaccine. Please! <\/p>\n
\n said. I realized then that this was not just a day visit. Thai or Chinese
\n at 80baht or Western at 250baht. Which would you choose at those prices?
\n I chose the Thai, signed the form and was taken to a room on the 7th<\/sup>
\n floor. <\/p>\n
\n of my hand. My eyes widened. I blinked and took a second look. Was I hallucinating?
\n Like something out of a horror movie, I could see ants running up and
\n down the drip and under the plaster. Was I the only one concerned about
\n this? The nurse ignored them at first, then she carelessly slapped them
\n away. Ow! <\/p>\n
\n ants from various parts of my body. I asked to be moved. Off they wheeled
\n me to another room but, before we settled, I looked down at the bedside
\n table and spotted an ant, so off we trouped again. Eventually an ant free
\n room was found – it had a pet gecko instead. <\/p>\n
\n nauseous, feverish, had a banging headache, backache and leg ache. I did
\n not know if I was going to live or die. When I pressed the call button,
\n three nurses would skip in and stand to attention at the end of my bed.
\n After telling them what I needed, they would smile, nod their heads and
\n disappear. Great service but no reward. After a while, I would have to
\n call again. They had obviously misunderstood. Often, it would take lots
\n of exhausting hand signals and facial expressions before they would realise
\n what I needed. <\/p>\n
\n as to my condition. Feeling extremely nauseous but starving, I was happy
\n to see my first breakfast walk in on a tray. I lifted the lid and to my
\n surprise… squid soup! Oh yuk! Not something I would eat if I felt
\n 100%. I gave the brekkie a miss. <\/p>\n
\n movie when there was a knock on my door, followed by the priest! Oh my
\n God, this is it, I thought: this illness is terminal – my time has come.
\n I was a little alarmed that he had come to give the last rights but so
\n delirious I could not find the energy to be scared. He smiled and told
\n me he was visiting because he wanted to practice his English. <\/p>\n
\n ask me if I had any bleeding or rash. I would reply no. He would nod,
\n turn around and walk back out again … Er hello some sort of information
\n would be nice Doc! <\/p>\n
\n day. The repeated rubbish movies on the only English speaking channel,
\n the continual disruption of my snoozing as a piece of rubber was slapped
\n round my arm, cutting off my circulation. A needle was jabbed into it
\n extracting more blood, scaring the life out of me. <\/p>\n
\n was more than just any old rash. It lasted over twenty-four hours. My
\n face swelled up like a car’s airbag on impact, my hands and feet
\n swelled, went bright red, itched like crazy at first and then felt like
\n they were on fire, aaagh damn that Dengue! <\/p>\n
\n around and walked out again. Ten minutes later the senior nurse entered
\n and told me I could go home. Three days passed before I snapped out of
\n it and got my energy back. Within a fortnight I was back on the island
\n where I caught the disease. Crazy or not, I was determined not to let
\n the Dengue fever put me off my trip. This was my horse and I am so glad
\n I got back on it. <\/p>\n
\n occurs in young children but also in people who have caught one strain
\n of Dengue Fever and then catch another. <\/p>\n