Majid would have plans for this Friday, everyone had a free day, but I needed a special free day. They could see that I am ill and began to worry. I was optimistic to get better after a day of rest and sleep. Sedigheh tried her best to make me eat again and I could not even imagine eating, by that making me sorry and making her worry even more. The day continued like this. So, in the evening, suddenly two men came in, and after examination, they said I should go to hospital. I could feel that I had less fever but now I was not sure enough to become well again without hospital as soon as everybody wished, so I agreed.
There, thee doctor again measured my blood pressure (of course low) controlled my throat, lung and intestines and asked some questions. He then said I would have a virus infection and the treatment is a passive one (he used the right word, I don’t remember now). I thought that would mean to go home, as you cannot do much.
But instead I was led to another room with beds to lay down.
How my camera realizes the feeling of headache, fever and dizziness
Now I thought I really would be kept overnight. A nurse came in and said I would get two injections. I presented my arm and she said, no, in the leg. Now I uncovered what I considered to be my leg, but finally I understood and uncovered my very upper leg. I was surprised to get such a treatment by a female in Iran as I had thought only men treat men and women treat women in Iran. So, I had good luck to get rid of another misunderstanding ? Next was an infusion
which took a big while to get finished and after that again to the doctor. He gave 4 different types of pills and a complex schedule of when to take what and in that situation as a whole (ill, everyone caring, other country, hard to communicate) I didn’t ask if there is some antibiotic (often prescribed, and if I take it I should complete it). He gave me reasonable tips for diet (today I was allowed to fast, tomorrow maybe rice, soup and yoghurt) and then we left.
In front of the hospital two cars waited, the whole family was here, even the younger brother of Taha, Matin (I had not mentioned him before).
We went home and for better fasting I was kindly offered food, it was so nice, but now it was less hard to say no, because “the doctor had said”.