A couple of days ago, I was having one of those moments where some random serious thoughts comes to mind and all of a sudden I find myself a little bit scared because of that thought.
You see, a really close friend of mine had died some years back after he found out he had a terminal illness. He didn't tell me or anyone about this illness but had only put out a tweet one time and deleted it after like a minute of it being up.
That day, I had been one of the few people who saw that tweet before it was taken down by him and it was a miracle I did because I rarely ever get on twitter, and had been there that day doing nothing in particular.
I don't remember the exact words of his tweets but it was something along the line of "My life stopped the moment the doctor told me I could die any moment from now"..
Like I said, I'm paraphrasing but it was something along that line and I remember reading a comment under the tweet, someone asking him if he was reciting a line from a movie, probably because just like me, he thought he was joking about the "dying any moment" tweet.
Ever since then, going for checkups has always been at the top of my list but things here has always been expensive so whenever I think about going for a medical test and then look at my bank account, I always postpone it.
Until some time last year when a man who does free tests for people had offered to give me one and the result I got from him wasn't exactly a good one. It wasn't life threatening or anything like that, but he had some notes to give to me, about things I should no longer do or at least reduce the way I do it. I remember one of them being my intake of sugar.
But you see, I hate having even the slightest thoughts of something being wrong with me, so what I did was get that money I always thought I didn't have and went for a real test at a lab. Another reason why I did this was because I wanted to make sure this man wasn't diagnosing me with all of these stuff just so that I could buy the drugs he was selling, so I needed to be sure.
Well, I went to the lab, did the necessary tests and the results were exactly what he said it was.. But like I said, it was nothing serious. I was prescribed some drugs and asked to leave.
Now, I'm back to procrastinating on when my next lab visit should be, because I do want it to be something I do often, or at least once in three months. But hopefully I take today's prompt as a wake up call and go get tested again, because like the famous saying goes... Health is wealth.
