Don't Ignore the signs; My malaria story

For this reason, I decided to go through my blog to find out when last I took medication (healthy diary); I discovered it has been months. Staying outdoors to fetch network to engage with other users by verifying posts has been the major cause of this. I have gradually adapted to this; if not, I would have experienced a breakdown before now. I live in the tropical rainforest known for frequent amounts of rainfall, and mosquitoes find it very convenient to breed in different zones, attacking my body and inserting plasmodium.

_{My sick face}

Yesterday, after verifying the few posts I was allocated, I felt some changes in my body, and this made me decide that the next day. (i.e., today) would not pass me by without going for a test or check-up, as some may call it. The hospital is just a stone's throw, so I decided to trek there. On arriving there, I went to Dad's office; he is a lab scientist in this hospital, and he was not feeling well either, so he relaxed in his office while I went ahead to follow the normal procedure to get attended to after he might have told me the pattern. Fortunately, the procedures remain the same, but I needed to ask because change is inevitable.

I proceeded to the pharmacy after getting the necessary info; that is where our family folder is. I got it and took it to the nurse as directed by Dad; the nurse is a sister in church, so she attended to me as soon as possible, so I took vital science; vital science is a mini diagnosis through questioning. I was asked about the symptoms that transpired when I had the weird feeling; the only thing was a headache, fever, and body pain.

There was nothing wrong with me than malaria because I had been exposed to severe mosquito bites, but as directed by the W.H.O. and health agencies in my nation, after malaria is presumed as the disease, a test must be further carried out to be certain before prescription. Dad told his attachees to take my blood and test me for M.P.; he later tested too. My inquisitiveness led me to ask the meaning of that abbreviation, and I was told it is a malaria parasite, so a malaria parasite test was carried out, and in other tests, I tested positive for M.P.

	Lab test

It was time to meet the doctor, my dad's friend. They have been working tirelessly for decades. Hmmm, if possible, medical practitioners/medical doctors should be paid higher because the level of sacrifice offered here is comparatively higher than the payment. That is why many medical doctors trained in Nigeria have decided to migrate to Canada because of ill treatment. These intelligent people cannot be paid here; it is a pity that we are losing them. Those who have decided to work here, like my dad, are filled with compassion and are left with no choice. As the firstborn, he had much reason to settle in his country, but I think the best is not coming out. We hope for the best, which is why I came up with the tag #hopeforthefuture. I feel this is attached to some medical kinds of stuff. There is hope.

PARACETAMOL	AMATEM FORTE

After getting the drugs, which were a malaria drug and paracetamol, other drugs will be brought home by Dad when his attached is done with the test. So the doctor asked me how school is and gave me some pieces of advice; I love advice; it makes me cry, heart cry though, because I take them personally as a very emotional person.

Amatem and paracetamol were the prescriptions I got at first; Amatem was meant to attack the parasite, while paracetamol was meant to help curtail body pain. That is how my day ended. I started writing this at @2:30pm, and it seems the fever became severe. I waited till 6:49 pm to take my evening drugs and then decided to rest, and I woke up to complete a small part of this writing this evening. Verification of the post has been handled by my colleague @whizzbro4eva on the incredible India community; I appreciate him for that. I feel some relief now and hope to begin fully tomorrow.

Get to meet your doctor when you feel some changes in your body system functionality