I hate drugs, but there is something I hate more than that, and that is injections. It's funny that I have to say this, because I grew up with drugs and injections all around me. My mum was a nurse and so our home was a hospital of sorts. We had a basket (big hamper basket) full of drugs. We also had a section of the wardrobe in the girls room where injections, drips and all first aid things were kept. Once anyone is ill, be it family, neighbors or friends, they just come to the house and Momsie will administer drugs or give injections or drips. My mum was an extremely caring person and all these treatments were free, so I guess that's why people were always coming to our home whenever they were sick. Sadly though, none of us ( her kids) towed the medical line. I almost did, but changed my mind while I was in the university.
I self-medicate because I noticed that whenever I run a test and go to our family hospital, the doctor always prescribes two injections for me for three days. They always work though, but no, thanks. Since I'm not a fan of the needle, I try to avoid the hospital. I always act drama before I allow the nurses to prick me. It's not as if I plan to, but I always tell them to wait a while for me to psyche myself before they jab me. They are my friends (by virtue of constantly visiting the hospital), so they will just laugh and tell me to inform them when I'm ready. Also, if I notice that I feel extra pain when you give me an injection, I will try to avoid you. :-).
I had been feeling ill for almost a week now. I bought "Artesunate"(a malaria drug), Panadol and some multivitamins. I started taking them, although the effect wasn't as fast as I wanted it to be. I managed to go to work everyday, but was feeling really awful: I was having terrible headache, feeling cold internally, but sweating, joints aching me, loss of appetite and all that. Finally, I felt I couldn't take it anymore and decided to run some tests. I took today off work and did malaria and typhoid tests. The result came out and it read that I had both malaria and typhoid. :-(.
My next line of action was to visit our family hospital. I did that reluctantly. When I got there, I didn't meet my usual doctor. I explained to the doctor on duty *Dr Frank how I had been feeling and showed him my test result. Before he started writing his prescriptions on my hospital file, I asked him if there was an alternative to injections. He asked for my reason and I explained to him. *Dr Frank just sat there smiling and started writing. After a while he showed me what he wrote down. They were drugs. I asked him if they would work fast because in as much as I don't like injections ( and I had taken quite a lot this year), I could take them if they would work faster. Basically, I just wanted something to make me get well quickly.
Dr Frank allowed me to finish talking and patiently explained to me that whichever one I chose (whether drugs or injections), it would work and he wouldn't say that injections work faster than drugs. After we had talked for a while, I left the hospital with the drugs he prescribed and a resolve in my mind to pray and confess God's Word more as regards my health. I'm also determined to take better care of myself and also eat lots of fruits and veggies to build up my immune system.
Y'all have a beautiful and healthy weekend. *love and hugs*