It has been quite a long time since I dealt with a health crisis as this. No wonder the saying "health is wealth" has stood the test of time.
Within the past few days, I've had to the with malaria, typhoid and hepatitis according to the laboratory test results.
The unending brigade drumming inside my head, the accompanying fever and cold as well as the loss of appetite were part of what I faced.
I don't even want to recall the painful injections on my butts and my hand. Well, my butts were rewarded with almost abscesses on both sides that I had to resort to the reparil gel I got for my baby. Anyway, the baby never complained and equally never knew his dad was sick.
The additional one is that having lost the only surviving grandparent I have about the same time I was sick, coupled with existing health issues on the part of my mom, she broke down to the point of collapsing during a condolence visit to her at one time.
I equally got swollen points on my wrist regions due to according to the nurse 'my veins were missing".
I've been quite better these few days and believe that better days are ahead. I believe I will come back stronger as what doesn't kill me will only make me stronger.
