Sometimes I wish I was young.... I mean, like a child!!! Last night I came home late from work, and feeling unwell. I had planned to go to hospital since the beginning of this week.... but the exigences of work allowed me no chance. By yesterday, I was feeling awfully bad, having endured a splitting headache all day long... and by evening, I had started feeling pain in my chest as I climbed the stairs to my house. Now now now... the last time I felt that way, I ended up being admitted in hospital, and I was taking no chances this time round!! Off to hospital I left... with my Baby-girl Melody in tow.... Baby-girl dresses up then picks her phone... but what I did not know is that she carried her earphones with her too. On the way she is singing these wonderful songs... & I am thinking leo ako na inspiration kali... kumbe shes singing along to music stored in her phone!!! We get to hospital and at the Nursing Station, the nurse takes my BP readings... and she says: this machine is defective... siamini these readings. Baby-girl & I exchange some knowing glances. The Nurse retakes my BP reading again and she asks... With this BP, how did you get here?? I am surprised youre still standing!!! By this time... Baby-girl is still singing along to her music in low tones, and my head is throbbing with pain. The nurse leaves to call the doctor on duty (ni usiku), warning that I will have to be admitted. My daughter smiles... knowing too well I will protest... The doctor arrives, and I am ushered into the Consultation Room. The doctor looks at my file, then looks at me, looks back at the file and then says.... I am admitting you now, we have to bring down this pressure down right away. I explain to him my phobia for hospitalization, and the effect it usually has on me. Baby-girl climbs onto the examination bed from where she watches us... still humming her songs. The doctor insists on admitting me, and I refuse... to which he asks me to counter-sign my refusal (for medico-legal reasons), before he prescribes my medication. I am advised to take my pills immediately, saying in my position, he would have suffered a stroke already. I take my medication immediately as advised. I am given a few days off-duty, insisting that I must not strain or stress myself, otherwise..... Back home... I am sooo tired that even breathing is belaboured. By the blessing of God, the headache had now sub-sided. After catching my breath, I looked at Baby-girl and asked her what was going through her mind throughout the process.... and especially coz all she did was sing sing sing... and she says: Sasa Daddy, sasa ningeshtukaaa..., na wewe ushtuke.... nani angesaidia mwingine? I was watching her as she explained that the songs were meant to distract her and to keep her level-headed, so that she could pray for me without panicking. Wow wow wow... I did not expect such an answer from her... the faith of a child!!! I may be unwell, and this headache may still be throbbing in my head, but I bless God for Melody Grace Muthoni!!
Posted on: Thu, 24 Jul 2014 14:21:57 +0000
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