That day, Thursday, March 6, 2025, I had a high fever. Coincidentally, I was fasting, but as my condition worsened, I had to break my fast earlier than planned. However, my fever did not subside, even by the evening, my body temperature remained high. Feeling weak, I decided to travel back to my hometown by bus. Unfortunately, the journey was unbearable my body was burning with fever, while the bus’s air conditioning was freezing, making me feel even more uncomfortable.
Upon arriving home, I immediately took a shower, ate, and rested. However, the next day, the fever persisted, although it was not as high as the previous day. I decided to take some medicine. Strangely, my condition became unusual. Every time I took a nap and woke up, my fever would return. This cycle kept repeating until I finally decided to visit a doctor on Saturday.
After an examination, the doctor diagnosed me with a recurrence of GERD and prescribed some medication. I hoped to recover soon, but by Monday, there was no significant improvement. Feeling worried, I sought a second opinion from another doctor. This doctor suggested that I undergo a laboratory test to determine the exact illness.
The lab results came out in the afternoon, and when I returned to the doctor, I was diagnosed with typhoid. I was given a new prescription and instructed to have another blood test the following day because my platelet count was below the normal range. However, the test results the next day showed that my platelet count had dropped even further. Given this condition, the doctor recommended that I be hospitalized. Since it was already late at night, I decided to be admitted the next day.
The following day, I was taken to the emergency room and had my first experience of being put on an IV drip I was terrified. After another blood sample was taken, the doctor spontaneously stated that I had dengue fever, so I had to undergo further treatment in the hospital. During my hospitalization, I had to undergo daily blood tests, but the results only became more confusing. The doctors’ diagnoses kept changing from dehydration, low platelets, to other uncertain suspicions.
Finally, on Saturday, March 15, I was allowed to go home, even though there was still no definite diagnosis of what illness I had actually suffered from. Until now, I still wonder what was the disease that struck me at that time?