It has been a month and 3 days since my last post. I still remember the date of the last post. It was on the 7th of May.

It all started on a Friday evening. Like any other Friday evening, i was expecting the road to be clogged ( little did i know that i was wrong) Clogged was an understatement. When i got homw, i was totally exhausted. I just felt like i needed a nap. I dozed off as soon as i laid my head on the pillow. When i woke up, i felt the chill all over my body. "Argghh! please not over the weekend" i tried to negotiate with the divine powers. He apparently, had other plans.

By Monday, the fever is still going strong and showing no sign of improvement. I went for a blood test on Tuesday. "I think this is a case of paratyphoid" said the Doctor.

"that's some third world shit" I thought.

By Thursday morning, the doctor decided that a bigger establishment should oversee my condition and i was referred to SJMC. For 6 days i was on the bed, antibiotics being administered through the IV line, "To hell with this, i just want to watch Champs League Final" deep in me, that was all i wanted, the thought keep circling my mind. On the other hand, my temperature has taken a different beat, now, it swells up and down at its own pleasure.Obviously, we do not enjoy the same idea there.

On the Seventh day i was there, the doctors' dumbfoundedness oozing out of their ears, they sent me down for a CT scan. And on that plank, facing the white ceiling, the machine running loud, the cold parts of the plank touching the skin giving me sudden jolts, the sound of the lab assistant's voice looming from the speaker like a little voice in my head, that was where it started. My imagination left me alone in the room, roaming wildly, i tried to pull it back. Hold on to it. I failed.

Suddenly i was in front of a doctor and the solemn faces of my family, "you can't be saved." he said. "we're throwing you in the dumpsters" SNAP! i was back in the room "Happy thoughts...Happy thoughts" I told myself.

43 minutes had pass. The lab assistant (who happens to look a lot like Nellie) came back and said that the images aren't clear."Shit" i said to myself. Nellie look alike was still talking. I just didn't give a damn. Nellie look alike pulled the covers up to my chest, "we are going to do it again". She left me.

My imagination started to leave me to. "i hate this" i told myself a million times. Then i saw Nellie look alike, "the doctor needs to see you now"

"Hi, I'm Dr Alex, you have an abscess in you liver, basically, you have two choices, either go through a major operation or put a tube in, and suck it all out"

"what do you suggest?" I couldn't find my voices, my question came out with a wimpy voice, one I'm not familiar with myself. I was busier celebrating and i was relieved. "Owh, come back imagination, it's not going down like that" i said to myself.

"wait a minute, what is an abscess again?"

"It's basically puss, a big bag of nanah on your liver"

Never in my entire life would i have loved to hear "a big bag of nanah on your liver" this much.

"And, i strongly suggest that u do the latter and we have to do it immediately as it's too big and i wouldn't want to risk it, it can burst if we wait even till tomorrow." Said Dr Alex. He is more Foreman than House to me. I wish there was Cameron there.

"Aww come on...where are you going again?" i asked my imagination as it starts to fly off again.

to be continued....
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