Submitting to nature's call

After marrying my bed for almost 24 hours and nurturing the sickness that has held me down, I struggled to get up from the bed to stroll out and get medicines.
As I got up, I walked to the mirror, and I saw myself almost likened to a skeleton.

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You see the problem slim people face? In just one day of being sick, the little weight we've been building for years will just disappear, leaving only the bone and skin. If this pattern of weight loss is applicable to everyone, then the chubby people would prefer monthly sickness just to remain be slim and slay.

In order to make my sicky stature unnoticed by neighbors because I hate being told sorry, I put on a big jacket like those in California and topped it with a facecap. I came out of the room. The sun was blazing hot, and my dress pattern would easily send the wrong message to people that would see me. I thought of pulling it off, but no, it's my body and it's my fashion.
I trekked to the main road just about to cross to the other side. A strong wind came and almost swept off my feet, but thank God for the jacket. It's weight added to the little weight left on my body, and with that, I was unmovable.

I got the chemist shop and quickly rushed to her refrigerator, opened it and collected a bottle of Lucozade Boost drink and poured in my mouth. I was told from a young age that Lucozade Boost gives energy to the sick, and I've been keen on that belief till today. So bad, the only time I remember to take the drink is whenever I'm sick.

"No! Take milk drink like Nutrimilk!" The nurse(owner of the chemist shop) shouted at me because she knew my condition already.

"Nooo! Nutrimilk is too soft to my liking; I'll end up vomiting." That's my way of telling her that I know a drug prescription that works for my system too.

After I was done sipping the drink three times like a lady taken out on a date, I described my predicament to her, and she said, "Let's go for an injection."

"Injection! Naaaa! Count me out!"

I always wonder why a lot of people prefer injection to medicine. How do they do that? Ordinary a blade's cut scares me not to talk of allowing a tinny pin to be pierced into my soft flesh.

We settled for drugs, and as she was bringing the tablets out, I had to remind her not to add chloroquine. I'm dangerously allergic to chloroquine; thank God the medicine is no longer in use.

She packed the drugs, calculated, and gave me the bill. I sighed and shook my head out of pity. The price was higher than my earnings for this month.

I was trying to pay through transfer when the nurse began with, "This August has a lot of fever in it. A lot of people have been coming to buy drugs recently, and I'm just wishing for the malaria in the air to disappear".

Have you seen where a coffin seller is praying for people not to die? I just smiled in my mind and wanted to shun her sarcastic words of sympathy, but I decided to keep my manners intact. I paid her and left.

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Is it only me that goes halfway to the doctor's prescription?
I've been on the drugs since yesterday, and based on my calculations, once I take them two to three times, I will peacefully throw away the rest.
Is there any need to keep taking drugs when the body is totally healed? No!

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