Hello everyone, Happy valentine’s season I hope you all shared love to your loved ones and friends!
I’m going to be sharing my content on “one tough time” that I had in my life two years ago, I have talked about it so many times because whenever I see topics like this it brings back that same memory, I could never forget how it was for my me and my family to bear the pains, it was a very hard one for me, I had to fight for my life with God and my family by my side. When I got into that very terrible accident, honestly I thought I was going to die because when a tanker carrying thousands of liters of fuel hits somebody the rest is history, I was carried to three different hospitals instantly before one could finally accept me, I was rushed into the theater so that a surgery could be done but at the moment it was to no avail.
My left thigh was almost torn into pieces, the only thing they could do at the moment was to wash out the germs and sand from the leg with normal saline, the pains was very unbearable but I had to carry my own cross at the moment, I had to take in every single pain, the doctor kept washing and washing, the whole hospital could hear my voice, the nurses held me down so that I wouldn’t be able to stop the doctors from doing their jobs, after that they kept dressing the wound for every two days, whenever it was time for the dressing I immediately start running temperature because I was already imagining the pains I was going to go through!
Me that was minister of food lol, I couldn’t eat anymore, infact I get angry anytime I saw something like food..I literally just wanted to go home and never return to that hospital ever again and whenever any of my roommates got discharged I would cry my pretty eyes out, I felt really depressed and frustrated at thesame time, I couldn’t walk on my own, I couldn’t go to the toilet without assistance, I wasn’t even peeing like normal people, a catheter was inserted directly to my bladder so that I wouldn’t stress when I wanted to pee.
I stayed there for a month, finally it was time to go home they brought the bill and it was clearly written N850,000 ($560.84), Thank God we had the money, my brother paid and we went home thinking it was all good, so many other complications popped up again, I had a very terrible fever and typhoid, anything that entered into my stomach as food came out almost immediately, my pee was very dark, I have the type of body that my veins are not easily found so I was always going through pains when I was to take injections.
At some point in my life I am always scared of little things, but now I think I have become a little bit stronger, I never thought I could bear those pains and I also learnt to be careful while on the road because surely if I was careful enough I wouldn’t have had that accident that fateful day.
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