Miss me? It’s been more than a week I was here, and more than apologising for being away, I’m appreciative of the gift of good health on a totally different level today. It’s great to be healthy, I’m excited at regaining my energy and doing all the things I normally would do.
I’m also looking forward to getting my hair done! I’ve had it in cornrows (plaited it myself a day before my head decided it wanted to secede – God forbid), and apart from dousing with water, and the evening I had a wet towel wrapped round it just to get some relief, I haven’t been able to do ANYTHING to it. Yep, that’s how bad it hurt, and the fact that it’s back to virgin didn’t make handling any easier.
Last week was fraught with blinding
migraine headaches (you know the type of pain that literally closes your eyes), dizziness, a bit of nausea (no I’m not with child silly), and general body weakness. Oh yes, all these were crowned with a sore throat on Wednesday morning – I was just a sorry sight I tell you.
Did I see a doctor? Yep.. Even got sight tests done, nothing. They did say however that insomnia (which I’ve suffered in varying degrees in the last 7 weeks) wasn’t helping, and sent me off for some blood work. Did I go for that? Nope (and it wasn’t only because of my mortal fear of needles). I was placed on pretty intense pain meds anyway that somehow weren’t very effective with helping me sleep after the first two days, sigh.
And so from Monday I was literally confined to my bed, with dimmed lights and everything, unable to walk a few steps without feeling like I was standing upside down (with the corresponding pain of course). Wasn’t a joke at all. I had deadlines I couldn’t attend to, ideas I wanted to develop, couldn’t do jack. For an entire week!!!
But, just like John 4:52, I began to mend. And I’m here today, back on my feet, on the way back to the Fairy GodSister that I know, and looking forward to catching up to all the work I neglected in the past week. And boy am I grateful!! Grateful to God for His mercies, His grace, and for healing. I’m still wincing from the occasional ache, but trust me when I say I’ve come a very long way.
Shout out to my family for calling every single day, especially to Boo Boo (my 7-month old nephew), all the babbling over the phone lifted my spirits in more ways than one. Then to my darling aunty for cooking, cleaning, and looking after me in spite of her own health and schedule. God bless you guys plenty!
Now, where were we?