I cannot be more happy to touch down at T3 last night.
My recent trip has been one of the most disastrous one ever since i started travelling to china last Aug.
I lost my wallet, blatently STOLEN by this professional Thieve while i was in a fast food restaurant with 3 others and none of us, including me, even though my bag was just sitting on the floor beside my left foot and i was already at a corner seat beside the glass pane, caught him in the act.
And so, I had to go make a trip to the police station to lodge a report. That was quite an experience.
It didnt help that the day before my flight, and that was just 2 days ago, I started vomiting and having diarrhoea at the office. It didnt stop until yesterday. I contemplated going to the hospital in yantai on wednesday night but decided to wait and see if my carbon pills worked. Well, they didnt and so it was already 10-ish and so i decided not to go since the driver was going to pick us up at 630am the next morning and I havent even started packing my luggage. So I decided to rest since i wasnt even able to get off bed without feeling giddy and I would be running to my bathroom every 30 min.
I manage to survive somehow to the next morning. And I also survived the flight to beijing T3 - New Beijing International Capital Airport. I was really happy that the shandong airlines brought us to the new airport because the place that I visited and needed most for the next 6 hours before my flight back to sg was the toilet. ANd since it was a new airport, the toilet is damn clean.
I was about to check into those hourly hotels to rest but because the hotel guy was stuck in a jam and we waited for about 30 min before they came, I was already pale and totally tortured by my badly infected stomach and intestine. I decided to cancel the hotel reservation. I am going to go straight to the nearest hospital.
And the diagnosis: Bad Gastrointestinal infection - Doc said there were some blood cells in my stool (in liquid Form already). And in order to make sure that I was well enough for my flight back to sg (something I will not compromise), I decided to be put on drip. Well, apparently, we just need to pay 10 rmb (2 SGD) to request for a bed. Majority of the patients there sit on a chair while being dripped. I guess that's cos it is free.
After I safely made it onto my seat on the SQ flight, I couldnt felt more relieved.
This trip would have been worst, much worst and I wasnt even ready to imagine how things could have been should I have been left alone.
UT accompanied me to the police station and was there with me the whole time while I was still trying to make sense of the whole situation when my wallet and hp were stolen. He remained composed and took care of not just me, but the situation.
On the night before my flight, UT rushed to send me back to the guesthouse even though he had a very important email to send.
When I was half alive in bed, he packed my luggage for me, not even my mum did that for me ok! All I needed to do was to tell him what I need, he just packed. And he had to bring clothes to me in batches to make sure that I can pick and choose the ones i wanted to bring home.
He gave up shopping in beijing to take care of me when i was totally down, physically and emotionally. He needed internet to work with his people from the finance team back in yantai, but because I was not well, he continued to do so over the phone, going through item by item for the figures. He arranged for the hotel. He arranged to bring me to the hospital.
He endured hunger and cold to be beside me while I was on drip for 3 hours. He was running around the hospital with me for 1 hour before that to take care of every little procedure and payment.
I was already in my down feather jacket, in blanket and I still felt cold on the bed. It was 4 degrees and there was no heater in the room. He was hungry and still, he took off his jacket and gave it to me. He was only in a polo tee. I had to force him to put the jacket back on.
This was the 2nd time I was in a hospital, to be exact, in a pretty run down hospital during winter in a foreign country. The first time that happened, I was in nepal. This time round, beijing airport. It wouldnt have been the same should I be alone. I dun think I would have the courage to go the the hospital too. Just by being there for me, sitting by my bed the whole time was a huge moral booster.
Kind of coincidental that wongso called not long after I started my drip. He was shocked to hear that I was in a hospital. But you know what, it is also really warm to hear from someone back from home when I am at my most vulnerable.
I decided not to inform mummy cos I do not want her to worry.
Thank you Uncle tin.
I cannot imagine this trip without you.