Hospitalized

I'm curious about Paraguay and want to try all it has to offer.
In this quest, I decided it was about time I experienced Paraguayan hospital from an inside perspective, and how uneasy it feels to get food poisoned.

I fell ill in school, with a mild fever and general pain and stiffness in my entire body (something I at the time viciously denied in an effort to convince myself I was fine or at least that I didn't have dengue..).
I then proceeded to sleep pretty much 20 hours straight and ingest a modest amount of water (which judging by my dehydration was too little..).

Now this should be known about Paraguayans in general: they think the best solution for everything is medicine. Just cover up the symptoms so that you don't feel them and you'll be great in no-time. Me? I think excessive medication is the most stupid thing in the modern society. According to me, a symptom should not be ignored and covered. And a moderate fever is a natural way to beat down intruders. Hence, I'm very prone to let it run its course, as long as it doesn't get over 40°C. This I tried to explain to four Paraguayans, all of which thought I was completely whacked in the head...

Anyhow, the fever didn't give in and during the night less pleasant symptoms started to appear (let's just say I had stomach issues and leave it at that..).

Mid-day Thursday I felt halfway dead and was brought to our "AFS-hospital", where everyone, including myself, was convinced I had gotten dengue.
Immediately blood samples were drawn to confirm the diagnosis, while I was put on IV- fluids and about 5 different kinds of medicine. It was here decided that I should be hospitalized.

The luckiest moment of my life might have been being told that I did not have dengue, but rather a pretty inconvenient food poisoning.
Making a long story short you could say that being in hospital is 2 % sort of interesting and 98% boring. Luckily for me, my friend/aunt/sister Jana stayed by my side, in an air conditioned, neat room with cable TV...

Among the things I discovered:
IV can hurt like a bitch when it has been stagnating a while, and that if you have the bag lower than your hand, blood may or may not start going in the opposite direction, which in spite of what one would be prone to think, actually does not hurt but can scare the living daylight out of you if you dislike blood.
Also, drawing blood hurts much less when it's done on you at 6 in the morning right after brutally waking you up...

I am now fine. Still a bit sensitive when it comes to eating and a bit weakened, but in general, I've never felt better.