Falling sick in a foreign land

Was hit by a common cold virus on the eighth day into the new lunar year. It's just a common cold, I thought, and paid no special attention to it.

From the initial scratchy throat to runny nose, which developed to extremely thick brownish-yellow mucus stained with traces of blood, tonsillitis, poor appeitite, cough and fatigue. I know this wasn't any more of a funny business. Yet, I thought there might not be a need to see a doctor. Afterall, how can I trust the doctor here?

It's that night, when I stood there brushing my teeth, and I looked into the mirror to see how pale I looked. How weary and sickly I appear before myself. Suddenly, I thought I should look at myself more...for I had visions that it may be my last night, that I might not wake up from my sleep the next day. That I might not be able to make it back to Singapore and see my family. The thought that I don't want to die in Taiwan. It's the first time I ever feel so pessimistic. It's the first time that I felt our own death seems so far, yet so near and inevitable.

I need to get out of here.