Day three recap. This post contains gory descriptions and graphic details. Do not read if you can't handle it.

Today was the last work day on this 8-day business/pleasure trip. Between 1am and 10:30am, I probably visited the washroom 9 - 10 times, stomach still gurgling, and output not pretty. I felt a little better and had a bit of hotel food to eat. Then arrived at work at 1pm. I didn't have too much to do today, and I managed to finish it in about 3 hours, so I left at 4pm and returned to my hotel. As was the case yesterday, today's afternoon was split between watching the Asian Games (a huge, huge competition which China absolutely dominated) on TV and sleeping -- and going to the washroom.

At 8:30pm, I gave a call to L to tell him my plans for Saturday might change, and that I might go see him later on Saturday if my stomach didn't feel better. He asked me if I wanted to get some Immodium from his place, and I agreed. So, I taxied to L&S's place, and when I stepped out of the car, I started shivering furiously. I don't know why. We went up to their place, and I still couldn't hold it together. But the first thing I did was borrow his washroom. Then he gave me two Immodiums to take with water. Less than 2 minutes later, I was creating a massive puking storm into a pail. Hmm... sour-smelling. So he asked me if I wanted to go to the hospital, and I thought was a good idea. I was still kind of shaking, so I sat in front of his heater until my body warmed up. Before we went, I borrowed his washroom once more.

We got to the hospital, filled in some paperwork, and saw a doctor. I had a fever, 38.7 C. Did a blood test, and a stool test. And wouldn't you believe it... I couldn't get anything for the stool test (always when I don't want it, but never when I want it). But the automatic flushing mechanism wasn't working, and someone else's large sample was there if I wanted to use it. But I didn't, and we sat around for 15 minutes until I tried again successfully.

The stool sample looked okay, no bacteria. And the doctor prescribed his medicine. And I went to the IV room, where everyone was sitting in chairs hooked up to IVs. It was kind of a funny sight. Basically, for the emergency ward, a lot of people get nutrition through needle and tube. So, for 3 hours, L and I sat there chatting while medicine and antibiotics were pumped into my vains. Before leaving the hopital, my temperature was 38.4 C. Better, so the doctor didn't give me any fever medication. Overall, I felt better.

Got back to my hotel at 2am, and the good thing is... I'm hungry. I haven't been hungry for almost two full days. But it's late, and I probably won't eat anything before sleeping, in fear that my stomach wouldn't be able to take it. I'll work on that with some congee tomorrow.

So, hopefully I'm on the right track, and I might be able to shop a little in Shanghai before heading to Macau on Sunday! Cheers. And thanks to L for all his help.