Beijing's temperature climbs higher and higher, and it might have mounted to the top so far this year by last Friday. I forgot to turn off my air conditioner the previous night. The consequence was: I roasted myself during the lunchtime on Friday for a good two hours, because I was COLD. I was like a zoo attraction among the many sun-umbrellas, sitting by a man-made river, stretching lazily and absorbing greedily as much as the 38℃ sunlight. It didn't occur to me that I might need some medication because, uh? Are you kidding me? I am just COLD. Everybody feels COLD from time to time, right? Until I began to sweat like a fountain. I got my butts off the river bank and got back to my place. I made myself a big bowl of ginger soup with brown sugar in it, which didn't end up helping much. I felt my eyelids as heavy as lead. Without other way, I went to a clinic, and I was tested 38.2℃.

Yaaay, I was hotter than Beijing's hottest weather!

But things happened following that were not that cool...

the clinic room

Mama, I am in pain.

these four bottles are all mine...nice painting on the wall

Thanks to the warm-hearted nurse who didn't give me time to close my eyes by chatting with me non-stop. Grrr! Thanks to my boss who dropped by after work to check if I were still alive.

Thanks to this trip to the clinic that gave me a break and helpped me figure out what I had taken for granted was actually very fragile-health.

What can I say. Just take care, everyone out there.

16 August. 阴。