Permit me guys to show off my little knowledge of high sounding English (is it?) words today, lol.
Every heard of the word Nosocomephobia?
Sounds alien right? I know.
What about Iastrophobia? Still sounding Greek? Even I was lost the first time i heard those words. The thing is, this two words perfectly defined me at a time in my life.
Nosocomephobia by definition is a type of disorder that causes overwhelming fear of hospital. Iatrophobia on the other hand is the extreme fear of doctors. So when you now combine this two phobias together what do you get? Me, off course.
You see, while growing up, even till this day, I never liked anything that has to do with an hospital. Never liked the smell, never liked injections. I never did, don't think I ever will
I still remember the last hospital I visited. Hope spring memorial.
That's the name.
So you know, I can count with my fingers how many hospital I have ever visited my entire life. This is because I hardly go there. As a matter of fact. I have never enjoyed being there for any reason whatsoever.
Once I took a close friend to go and see one of her relatives admitted at the hospital. I refused going inside when we got to the hospital gate.I told her I would wait for her inside the car while she goes inside.
Even though I had an urgent appointment, she stayed for over 3 hours, wasted a large part of my time. I was OK with that. To me it was much better than standing the sight of drugs, injections and blood.
Fortunately for me, one thing I have going is my health. I hardly fall sick. Blessed right?
All my life I can count how many times I have been down with an ailment. The few occasions I was down, it's normally with malaria fever, which I recover from in no time.
Normally I get treated at home. All I need is rest, take my prescribed Drugs and am back on my feet. No need for any hospital visit, no meed for any miserable injections(hated them) .
However one particular ailment changed all that and made me visit and get admitted at the hospital for the first time in a long while.
I have just finished my senior secondary school examination and was waiting for the results. Everything was good until Suddenly I came down with a strange illness.
I had a terribly high fever. I lost so much weight. I could not walk with my legs no matter how I try. My mum would look at me and cry all the time. They tried all the drugs prescribed by people to them, it had no effect on my condition. Instead things got worse and was almost getting out of hand.
My mum thought I would be crippled. Even myself thought so too. It was that bad. For fear of the worse happening they decided to take me to a hospital. I couldn't resist, I was so weak and being carried all about.
At the hospital, I detested every seconds I stayed there. The more I saw of Drugs, injections and drips, the more I hated there. That not withstanding, I was admitted for about 2 weeks. Those two weeks were about the most miserable for me.
Funny enough, from the moment I laid my back on the hospital bed and given the first dose of treatment, I could feel I was getting better. By the end of the two weeks, I was perfectly OK. I could walk well like before again. l was happy the doctors were able to diagnose properly what was wrong with me and administer the right Drugs, still I was impatient to go home, lol.
Being more matured now, I want to believe, just perhaps, my level of Nosocomephobia and Iatrophobia (still remember them?) has reduced. May be I might just oblige going to visit one soon. May be.
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