It's been more than 5 days that I've tragically went down to sickness, in these five days I have seen the gate to death but it's just so painful to die, from malaria to anemia to typhoid, I can say I'm holding on to the ropes of life, the pain has been like a living man in hell, it has been like I was alive yet I commune with the dead.
Sometimes people say die peacefully, but there is nothing like dieing peacefully,
Death is hard to die believe me I saw it these few days.
Sometimes people do not appreciate the freedom of even walking on two legs and breathing like a human, I have not breathed the outside air for 6 days now because I can't walk
I'm just taking pints of drips strapped to wall and all kinds of injections drilled into my backside
I left work uncharacteristically with a raving boss who does not care if I die or not, these is never a word of encouragement for anybody going through precarious situation as me, needlessly to say I'm kissing his work good riddance, steemit has given me a reason to.
The pain and shrills and screaming and of course the tears. anybody who has ever been in this situation knows the story.
I'm writing with pains on my thumb and cannot express, yet I know I'm hanging on to life, because death is painful and I will never consider it an option
It's always your homeboy Josediccus never giving up on life