Six Days ago, friday the 19th would be a day to remember, it was a horror story of some sorts that began for me with mild tummy aches and slowly aggravated to unbearable pains, pains that couldn't be explained but they where similar to getting stabbed over and over again, in all honesty I cried for help, luckily my younger brother woke my parents who tried everything within their vast knowledge to stop whatever it was that was eating me, from antacids to water, milk, prayers you name it, there was barely any relief.
In no time our living room was filled with neighbors while my brother tried to get a vehicle to get me to the nearest hospital, finally a family friend drove in and I was scooped into the backseat of his car and quickly driven in 'mad max' fashion to the General Hospital Ifako, Lagos Nigeria, wow, what an arrival.
We where directed to the emergency ward, a cramped section of the hospital not bigger than a living room, in my situation I couldn't help but notice how every bed was taken and on one corner a man in a wheelchair barely moving with an i.v on his right arm and an oxygen tube supplying to his nostrils. I snapped back to my situation, I could barely sit up, then it all began, the poorest barrage of inhumane attention "nurses" could muster, they turned to my family members and asked them to get me a hospital card before any treatment could be administered on me. My brother ran for it, the pain came in constant waves and therr i was screaming in agony until i sat on the floor in search of some sort of relief while clawing at my abdomen, a nurse looked at me with an eye of disgust and said "if you don't sit on the chair we won't attend to you", my Mother reached out and pulled me back to my seat in an attempt to get me the necessary attention. They started asking me questions of which I answered to the best of my knowledge in that condition, a nurse came close to check my blood pressure and I coughed, she quickly snapped at me saying "close your mouth before you infect me with your rubbish", I couldn't believe what I was hearing, after running their skeletal diagnosis on me they gave my Mother a list of drugs to get for me and directed us to where to purchase...It was a government hospital and we where being asked to pay for everything, not withstanding they took their sweet time and directed me to go lay down on a stretcher in the back corner, which I did, still in pains and still waiting, the drugs came, and I got savagely injected by one of the nurses, what she did was inject me once, remove the vile, replaced with another and pumped whatever substance it was into me, the same spot took 4 of it, I don't know which was more painful that or what was eating at my intestine.
It took a couple of minutes and relief set in, the sedative kicked in and I was abandoned, luckily a family friend came back where I was to watch over me and prayed for me, then they told me I could go home....meanwhile the man on the wheel chair had passed due to what I call gross negligence, a nurse had taken away his oxygen tube and given to an older lady next to him and apparently he died sitting in that wheel chair. Sad, still the family friend that had prayed for me decided to call a doctor friend of his over the phone and connected him to speak to a nurse, while he was praying unknown to him the nurse had finished the call and was going through his personal messages and showing another nurse, honestly he went mad and I couldn't fault him, even with that the nurse kept raining insults on him, it was a shameful show of unprofessional behavior. My family got upset and took me home, to cut the story short I was admitted in another private Hospital that same morning.
Well thankfully I was treated for typhoid and got discharged 3 days after. Currently still healing as we speak. Glad I could be alive to share my story to everyone reading out there.
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Thank you so much for taking the time out to read until next time its the kid 