The Fear of Injection vs Norah

 

Okay so I know that this title is a bit weird but just take it as you see it. I am someone that don't like injection at all....I hate it with passion eh. I prefer taking drugs to being pierced with needle. But come to think of it sha, some Nurses are extremely very wicked; I'm being serious here oo...they behave as if they forced them to become a nurse. You will know a wicked nurse when you see one...these are some of their features 1. They are ALWAYS angry 2. They shout a lot 3. Instead of giving you the injection slowly, they stab it into your body 4. They are the ones that won't locate the right vein where they are suppose to give you the injection after like three "trials by error" and they will now leave you looking like a blotted cow 5.They find fault in everything you do even if its not your fault 6. If you are placed on admission, they make you feel useless with your life. I could go on and on stating their features but i can't remember more.

Well like I said earlier, am a hater of injection but as Malaria will have it, I fell ill on the 19th of this month that's Wednesday to be precise but it was just this off and on type of sickness that left after I took panadol given to me by my roommate (God bless my rommie) but on Friday, 21st of this month, it came again with full force and the Norah that was soo active in the morning, jumping up and down, was suddenly shaking and running temperature at night. I wasn't myself, my body was hot, i was cold, weak and i was having serious headache. I didn't tell any of my family members (If any of the Anih's see this post, no vex say i no inform una say i sick, i be no wan disturb una), it was only my room mate and my friend on my floor that knew about it. I took Panadol as usual thinking it will do the same magic as before but i guess i was just fooling myself coz 10mins later, i got worse.

I was taken to the Health Center, not by bus but with my legs...meaning I TREKKED!!!!!!!!! although my paddy Esther was there with me coz i looked like i was gonna faint any second but she supported me to the health center and the moment i stepped in, i knew i was in for the needle.I saw the Doctor and he directed me to the nurse and before I got there i was fine, but i still had to see the nurse coz the Doctor prescribed 3 dose of injections for me. When I saw the nurse, I knew that the impact of the needle will be felt for months coz not only was the nurse angry, she was looking like she was going to stab me with the needle. My fever broke that instant and the cold was gone and i started sweating. When she called my name, i took forever to stand up and another forever to walk into the injection room. I told myself not to be afraid that it's just injection and it will be over within some seconds but the more i said dat to myself, the more I knew that it was a lie... The injection lasted for like 5minutes and I could feel every impact of the needle on my...skin... When she was finally done, i couldn't move, I just stood there like mount zion that cannot be moved for like 10 minutes. When I was able to move, it was to clean the tears that was already flowing freely from my eyes. The pain shot up to my bone marrows and up to my brain. I got out of the injection room and met my friend smiling at me, i felt like giving her a taste of that needle. The guys behind me were just laffing at me when they saw my reaction when the nurse said i was to come back Saturday and Sunday for the remaining two injections. I just stared at her like someone who is ready to slit off her throat and I told my friend that I was not going to come oo that the one she gave me have covered for the remaining two days. I spent over an hour resting at the reception and receiving A/C coz i was already sweating before i left with my friend.

Well today is Sunday and like i said, i won't go back to that hospital for another injection.. I'm already fine...very much fine and bubbling as usual so there is no need for any other injection....PERIOD!!!!!!