I find this week's prompt to be very riveting. It came at the right time because even as I'm writing this post, my eyes are red and itchy, I just pray it shouldn't get serious.
Apollo, medically known as conjunctivitis is an inflammation of the eyes, that affects the outermost coat of the eyeballs. It is characterized by itchiness, eye-redness, light sensitivity, pains, etc.
Apollo comes periodically, usually as an epidemic and it is very contagious. I can still remember most of its visits to our family. It naturally does not stop with one person, it’ll spread to like two or three of us.
I have gotten Apollo like three times now counting from my childhood to this day. I will only share the first and most painful experience because it’s the one I can remember vividly how it started.
During my secondary school days, Apollo did come many times but I was always left out. Intermittently all my roommates will have it except me. I’m always very happy and will sometimes brag about my strong immune system.
So in this particular episode. I noticed a few of my classmates with swollen red eyes. I figured out it was the season and therefore became very conscious of myself.
I started avoiding eye contact with those infected. I would look at my legs while talking to them or hide my face with a notebook. I avoided their bed and pillows. I looked only at the table and what was on it while eating in the dining.
God knows how I tried my best to avoid it but it didn’t work.
That night I rolled and tossed on the bed. I felt a grain of sand in my eyes.
I didn’t think it could be Apollo, so later in the morning, I went to check on the mirror, to see if I could remove the sand. But my hands stopped halfway to my eyes—I was shocked and surprised as what I saw was what I least expected. The strands of blood in my eyes were very obvious, It came when I thought it was over, when everybody was almost healed.
A few hours later my eyes turned pink-red.
I didn't feel the pain until after our afternoon siesta. I had jumped up from my bed with the sound of the bell for afternoon prep. I had to be in the prep hall before the bell ended to avoid punishment from seniors.
But it didn't work that way because I was unable to open my eyes.
It was very painful, I couldn't look down, or see a bright light. It was as if my eyes would pop out of their sockets.
“Aunty immunity is that you?” My classmates didn't miss this opportunity to make fun of me.
Mine was worse because I wasn't able to see clearly also It was accompanied by a serious headache and sore throat.
They had to call the matron for eye drops and antibiotics.
It took me about two days to heal completely.
What I was grateful for was that it was the weekend, and the whole school didn't have to see me. Only those in my hostel.
Thanks dear reading through, i appreciate.
Happy new week to y’all!
