It's like having wounds in your throat, that you keep on gushing salt water on it, over and over again, as if happily letting the wounds shrieking in pain, if the wounds could voice out their protests.
Seriously I have no idea what is happening and I can't even see it. The worst of all is that I've visited the doctor twice, and so uncoincidentally seen by the same doctor, and the doctor diagnosis doesn't seems to satisfy me, nor have me to agree with their diagnosis as my symptom gotten worse instead of better. It makes me wonder if my initial statement of my guess of having caught HFMD had kept the doctor by the bay. I would have understand if the doctor wants to take extra caution when doing checkup, as they too, are fragile towards all these illnesses. But what I could not accept is they keep their distance when doing the checkup. Either they feel that based on their experience, doing checkup from a distance is sufficient, or, that they feel that they wanted to turn the patient away but couldn't do so face to face with the client.
I don't know what's the truth now. All I know is I'm still suffering after 3 days of medication and hopefully on the 4th day now, I'm on the road of recovery, else, I really don't know how to get my days by.