One day, I slept over in my bestfriend's house, on the couch, with the windows open, and without a mosquito net. I guess that's where I got bitten.
A few days after that, I had fever, off and on for about three days. My grandparents brought me to a clinic for check-up and the doctor advised for me to go to the Hospital and test my blood.
I was diagnosed as having dengue, and they had me admitted. I honestly, don't have that much of a memory of my hospital days either. I do know however, that I felt weak, more often asleep than awake, and preferring always to stay in bed.
It came to a time when my Platelet lowered to 40,000. By this time, my grandparents were already asking for prayer requests, within our church, and out of the country, among my relatives. They gave me this herbal medicine; Mangagaw, I don't know the English term for it. If you do however, do tell me. It was rumored to be a cure for dengue so my grandparents tried it, boiled it, and gave it to me to drink. One of the things I do remember, is that this wasn't very pleasant to drink. But luckily, after a few days, a little more Mangagaws, and lots more prayer requests, my Platelet begun rising again.
And I'm glad to say, that now, I sit before the notebook, typing, healed, and normal.
Thanks to CherryBlossom, for being by my side every single day, thanks to my grandparents and relatives for their prayers, thanks to this plant for it's help, and thanks to God for sparing my life.
He sent out his word and healed them,
Snatching them from the door of death.~ Psalm 107:20 NLT