It is said that everything happens for a reason. So, over Christmas, I was bed-ridden in my house…reason being, I was down with a case of tonsilitis. Damn! My whole body ached, my head felt like a million drummers were making rounds in it…and my throat really hurt.
I got a number of messages, full of cheer, from even as far as Baghdad. Two messages actually made me laugh so hard.
As of now, a reaction to an antibio I got, my eyes are so itchy I can’t explain how itchy. I can only pad them with cold water, and avoid as much as I can to scratch them,because if I do…by the time I wake up in the morning, they will be all puffed up.
Back to Christmas Day and Boxing Day. So, on Christmas Day, I was in bed all day, with a very high fever…on Boxing Day, I had to go see the doc. I got checked and as we speak, I feel much, much better. I even got up early to do my laundry.
I had a guest…and that is a story (post) for another day. I thought she was just coming to pay me a visit because I had been unwell, until it was 10 p.m. She makes good conversation.
God! My eyes!
On Christmas eve, I had accompanied a friend to go visit a relative in hospital. Since I also got sick, I now know how trying it is to be unwell – it’s worse if one is in hospital.
Anyway…I am back to my normal self. I can’t wait to get back to work, so I can make some claims that well…let me not say, because, social media can make me miss that dream job. Employers are always hawk-eyed on these sites.
If you live alone and have ever fallen ill, raise your hand up. You tried calling close people and each one was out of reach? Even your land lady or land lord who lives just two paces from your house? Or, you were home alone, taken ill and it was a festive period and everyone else was with their family such that you could not call any one to come help you cook? That was my story for three days.
My friend from Baghdad adviced me to get a friend to come keep me company, but it was a mirage – at this time.
But I thank God that I managed.
My eyes! Geezus!
I tried to Google, but it seems Google didn’t want me to find out anything. Do you know I kept waking up every so often in the night to make sure that I still had my sight? Strange things happens when one gets unwell.
I just made me some nice porridge and had a cup. Yum!
Telly…the usual boring soaps and stuff. And news of the K.C..PE results being announced. It meant a lot back in the day…not any more. Maybe I grew too old.
Now, I’m waiting for the new year and those blessings our dear Lord has been promising me since…
Cheers!
