If you read my previous blog, then you'd know that there's currently a curfew going on right now where I stay, and this is mainly because of the insecurity issue that has been going on for a while now.
The curfew started on Monday evening, and later that night, I found myself struggling to go to bed and almost felt like I was dying, not because of the curfew but because of a nasty pain I had in my stomach.
As a kid, I used to have this very bad ear pain occasionally, where I would wake up in the middle of the night, crying because one side of my ear was ringing and I couldn't sleep. I remember how my parents would take turns checking up on me throughout the night, trying all they could until I eventually would cry myself back to sleep.
Well, on that Monday night, I felt the same way. The only difference this time was that the pain was in my stomach, and unlike back then, when I had my parents there with me, it was just me, and I had to handle it myself.
It all started around 6:30pm that Monday evening. I was having this sharp pain in my stomach and had complained to my friends about it that evening. But the pain wasn't that serious, so I had ignored it and continued hanging out with my friends until around 7pm, when everyone had gone into their rooms; that was when it started for real.
I was on call with a friend of mine when the pain came, and judging from her fright that got due to the scream that left my mouth, we both could tell it was serious. So she had advised me to do a couple of things that she felt would help reduce the pain, one of them being to drink warm water.
I did all of that but to no avail, and by the time it got to 11pm, I felt like my world was coming to an end because not only could I not sleep, but I also couldn't sit, stand, or even lie down. Every breath I took sent a sharp pain to my stomach.
So I eventually concluded that maybe it had to do with something I had eaten earlier that day, and the only solution to this problem would be for me to vomit all of it. Now, I'm usually not the kind of guy that vomits easily, so in order to make that work, I decided to make use of my toothbrush.
I had dipped it into my throat multiple times, with each one of them making me feel a kind of way I never want to feel again in my life. If they had told me that forcefully throwing up was this painful, I wouldn't have believed it. And the crazy part was that even after I had succeeded in doing all of that, it still didn't work.
The pain was still there, and I still couldn't sleep. So I stayed up, crying and begging for God to come help me until about 6:30am in the morning; that was when the pain eventually subsided and I finally could get some sleep.
I rushed to the pharmacy the next morning to get some drugs, and according to the guy there, this could either be signs of me having an ulcer or something else. I plan on going for a lab test soon, and I just hope it's not that.
