Welcome back to my blog, it's a thing of joy to me as I am able to write again after some days of critical health challenge that kept me bedridden for awhile. It is strange how easily we take our health for granted until it slips through our fingers. Five days ago I found myself bedridden in the hospital, battling the double blow of typhoid and malaria which came at me with it's full strength without showing mercy.
It first started with a consistent headache for two days which I dismissed as trivial and body pains that I also concluded to be the work of fatigue, but little did I know that it was far from that. I thought maybe I had been working too hard and just needed rest, but by the third day, my temperature kept spiking and the pounding in my head felt like a hammer striking endlessly and that was when I knew that it was not an ordinary tiredness. My bedsheets were drenched with sweats late at night as the fever grew worse and yet I felt chills deep in my bones. Food lost its taste in my mouth and even drinking water made me nauseous. The fatigue was so overwhelming that even standing for a few minutes felt like climbing a mountain and It was during these long, restless nights that I realized how fragile the human body truly is.
I had to take permission from my boss the next day to go back home for a proper medical checkup at a particular hospital where I had my file opened. On reaching the hospital and diagnosed, the doctor decided to admit me because of the severity of the situation and decided to drip me. My mother was the first to come to my rescue, nursing me with the kind of patience only a mother can give. She made sure I took my medications on time after I was discharged from the hospital 3 days later and she prepared simple meals—mostly light soups and pap—because I was instructed to stay away from oily and spicy foods. She kept reminding me, “Your health comes first. Forget about every other thing.
There were also times of deep frustration. I had deadlines at work, projects that needed attention, and people waiting for me. Yet, lying there helplessly, I realized none of those things mattered. The truth hit me hard that without health, every other pursuit is meaningless. What use is success, money, or recognition when your body is too frail to enjoy any of it?
The healing process wasn’t easy and the medications left a bitter taste in my mouth, and my appetite was almost non-existent. My body ached, and sometimes I questioned whether I was really getting better, but each small improvement,a day without vomiting, a night of slightly better sleep, the ability to walk around my room without feeling dizzy was a victory to me. Looking back now, I see that this experience was more than just a health challenge, It was a wake-up call. I realized how careless I had been with my habits like skipping meals, overworking myself and ignoring rest. This illness forced me to pause, to re-examine my choices, and to remind myself that health must never be secondary.
Now that I am recovering, I feel immense gratitude. Gratitude for my mother’s care, for my friends’ support, for the doctors and nurses who guided my treatment, and above all, for the chance to heal. I have promised myself that no deadline, no ambition, no opportunity will ever come before my well-being again.
And if there is one lesson this sickness carved into my heart, it's knowing that life is fleeting, and health is the only true wealth. Every other pursuit is fragile without it. Prioritize your health, because when it fails, nothing else stands.
Thank you for your time once again and I hope you all will prioritise your health first before any other thing
