The Uwanted Caller

Early hours of Saturday
An unwanted caller came
Like a thief in the night
With all its might
It came to rob me again
It robbed of my Joy
And all that I have toiled
It robbed me of my peace
And even stole my sleep
As I writhed in pain
When each stabbing came
I almost lost faith
I moaned and groaned
And was even somewhat stoned
All in a bid to reduced the pain
It tried to tell me
Tell me I was nothing
It tried to rob me
Rob me of everything
But one thing I know
Even though I'm low
It can't take my life
Cos despite all
I am an overcomer
More than a conqueror
Now I'm back
Nothing can stop me
For greater is He that is me
Than He that is in the world.
I live....

Hospital Blues

I had a major crises as I mentione din my last post. This occured late February. Work up in the middle of the night and it was one month of subsequent hospital admission. Now I had a gall bladder infection complication which a precipitated the crises.

Not only was I in pain ,I was throwing up and had excruciating stomach ache. Boy, was I a jabbed with all maner of injection. Pricked in all manner of places in an effort to get a vien and put up an intravenous line. I had a fever which refused to come down. It was one week in, then out for a couple of days and in and out it went. My HB ( thats is the level of your blood heamoglobin) dropped and I had to have a blood transfusion on my neck. Some more throwing up, and jabbing for veins .

All in all I got to a place where I almost lost hope, I was tired, fed up, frustrated. wondering what I had done to deserve this. My bottom was so sore I could hardly sit. One thing that kept me going, apart fron my faith in God and my friends, was the people who phoned with their own challenges to be encouraged.

My diet is now the most boring no fat diet. Oh, do I miss the lovely taste of chocolate, a cup of cold soft ice cream and there's my favourite; fried chips or fried plantain. It ain't fair. All in all I survived, but boy do I pray I get that gall bladder out cos I dont think I can go through this another time. How do others cope with this disorder. Do you have complications like I had, Gall stones, osteomylitis (leg ulcers) frequent surgeries?

Like Paul in the bible said, we are pressed on every side, but we are more than conquerors thoruhg Christ that loved us. Say Amen Somebody!!!

I'm Back

Gosh! Its been a long while since I posted something. I must say whenI started this blog, I thought it was going to be an easy ride. But in my months of absence, my presence has been sidetracked and stressed with many issues, work, family commitments, and most of all, I fell ill. Now this was not a fly by night 2-3 days crises attack, it lasted over a month. I'll discuss more on that. In that space of time I had to muster all my belief, faith, and strenght to get me back on track, before I got in to a state of depression.

But enough said , I shall discuss more later. Suffice to say my bussiness almost went out of servic due to my absence. God bless employees they can never take the job as theirs. I guess thats why their called employees. The NGO project have not been able to come on board either. I tried calling meetings, but each time I thought we would meeting, off to the hospital I went.

Now I'm back and hoping to maintain a regualr presence, hopefullymaintain a daily posting. I shall discuss other issues, as all my time was not depressing. I attended a couple of sickle cell projects organised by other NGO's which I will gist about later. This brought out critical issues which I would bring up in future posts. Till then cheerio

Growing Up

In the world you have tribulation and trials and distress and frustrations, but be of good cheer (take courage, be confident, certain, undaunted). For I have overcome the world. [I have deprived it of power to harm you and have conquered it for you] John 16:17 b Amplified Version

I wasn't sure if I was going to talk on growing up,as I did not want to end up giving 'expo' on my book. In the end I changed my mind, a little info won't hurt. Growing up was like any regular kid in a middle class family. My father was an academician, so I grew up in the academic world rotating from one university environs to the other. Th only difference between the regular child and I was this disease they called sickle cell anaemia. This disease or to be politically correct this disorder was pretty much fairly unknown back when I was born, but thankfully my parents being medically trained were able to handle the issue to a 'degree'. The hospitals became my second home, resulting in my having at least 2 blood transfusions a year till even my late twenties. Still i tried to maintain a life as much as I could. I often wonder how one maintained a life with a dislocated hip, numerous surgeries and incessant withdrawals from school , but I did, through which I can only attribute to God and my strong will.

I thank God that at least my parents were medical inclined and were surrounded by friends who were in the medical field, because with what I see today you would have thought that Sickle cell anemia is a new thing. There is so much ignorance concerning this, it make s me shudder and want to cry. Ignorance brings fear and fear bring prejudices.

With all my seemingly grave challenges, I'm still appreciative of the fact of who am I and where I come from even though someone once told me he could not have handled what I went through. Children from lesser background face far worse situations where even the doctors don't know how to counsel nor administer relevant medications in some cases. And they say people with Sickle cell anemia don't live long, why would they, when people don't take time to provide relevant treatment. Just yesterday I had a conversation on the health management of patients especially those sickle cell in our hospitals (God help us) but that is a post for another day.

In all I managed to get into university, qualify and I now run my own business along side an NGO. People didn't think I'd live long, but I did - I survived. But am I one of the blessed few?