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My temperature had climbed to 39.5\u00b0C. Every limb ached, my throat felt scorched like sandpaper, and my head pounded as if it would split open. A low hum filled my ears, drowning out everything else.<\/p>\n
I pulled the blanket over myself, hoping sleep might give me a little relief from the unbearable pain. Sleep felt like the only escape.<\/p>\n
At first, I drifted into uneasy dreams\u2014visions of walking through thick mud while invisible hands dragged me deeper and deeper.<\/p>\n
Then suddenly, an icy flood crashed over my face.<\/p>\n
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I gasped, coughing for air, and forced my eyes open. Standing above me was my mother-in-law.<\/p>\n
\u201cStill sleeping?\u201d she snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut through the fog in my head.<\/p>\n
Her face was stone, lips pressed into a thin white line, fists clenched at her sides. She looked at me as if I had been caught doing something shameful.<\/p>\n
\u201cGet up!\u201d she barked. \u201cGuests will be here in an hour! The house must shine, the table must be set. Stop lying around like you have nothing to do!\u201d<\/p>\n
I tried to answer, but my strength was gone. My body trembled as I wiped the cold water from my face.<\/p>\n
\u201cMama\u2026 I have 39.5\u00b0C,\u201d I whispered, barely able to lift my head.<\/p>\n
She waved me off.
\u201cOh, stop it. Everyone gets sick sometimes. I did too, and I still got things done. Don\u2019t you dare embarrass me in front of guests!\u201d<\/p>\n
Her words cut deeper than the water ever could\u2014cold, unfeeling, merciless. Something inside me broke.<\/p>\n
I forced myself to my feet. My legs shook, the room spun, but I walked past her in silence.<\/p>\n
My phone was on the bedside table. With trembling fingers, I picked it up and dialed 103\u2014right in front of her.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello, emergency? My fever is almost 40\u00b0C. I feel very weak. Severe throat and head pain. Yes, this is my address.\u201d<\/p>\n
She burst out laughing when she heard me.
\u201cWhat are you doing? Guests will arrive in an hour!\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her and said calmly, for the first time without excuses: While I packed a small bag, she stormed into the kitchen, muttering about her \u201ccrazy daughter-in-law.\u201d<\/p>\n But twenty minutes later, the ambulance pulled up. The doctor checked me, measured my temperature, looked at my throat, and said firmly: I put on my coat. Before leaving, I turned to her and spoke clearly: Her mouth opened, but I shut the door before she could say a word.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A Fever, a Mother-in-Law, and a Breaking Point Burning Up My temperature had climbed to 39.5\u00b0C. Every limb ached, my throat felt scorched like sandpaper, and my head pounded as if it would split open. A low hum filled my ears, drowning out everything else. I pulled the blanket over myself, hoping sleep might give<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":20548,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[14,36,42,1],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-20545","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-example-1","8":"category-moral","9":"category-moral-stories","10":"category-uncategorized"},"yoast_head":"\n
\u201cThose are your<\/em> guests.
I have an infection and a high fever.
And this is my<\/em> apartment.\u201d<\/p>\nWalking Away<\/h3>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re going to the hospital. This is serious.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf I come back, neither you nor your guests will step foot in here again. Not without my permission. Never.\u201d<\/p>\n