GETTING SICK AND RECOVERING ALONE – WORST EXPERIENCE
Hello, dear reader!
We meet again!!
First off, this isn’t meant to be a pity story at all. It’s more of an advice or a warning, whichever drives you to act best. That being said, once upon a time…
Sickness is an abnormal functioning of the body causing discomfort, pains, and in extreme cases, death. I live in an apartment alone when I’m in school and I didn’t keep drugs because of a thousand reasons. Okay, no exaggerations. I didn’t keep drugs or bother buying them when I felt unwell because it is such a big big big deal for me to take them.
During this period, my body weakened from time to time but I always got better after I got a good sleep each time. That day, I was feeling really cold even with the sun blazing outside. I put on more clothes and carried on with my day. After a few hours, it became difficult for me to lift an arm. I suspected hunger and got food but after the first and second spoon, I completely lost appetite. I just wanted to lie down and sleep. I expected sleeping to cut it as usual. As time passed, my body temperature increased so bad. I was vibrating on the bed. I couldn’t open my eyes, everywhere felt freezing cold and my head was pounding so much. I was very hungry too but that was the least of it all. It was like that for a few hours then it became worse.
I was barely breathing. I thought I’d be lying on a hospital bed in a hospital gown the next minute. I thought it was over and even considered writing a last-minute will or message or anything (crazy, right? It was) I struggled with my life so much in those hours. Then came the hallucinations. I swear, it felt real. I had conversations with unknown people that reassured me. They empathized with me, made jokes to get me to laugh, and asked how I was feeling almost every minute. It was during this time I started to feel my body again. My head began to cool, my freezing clothes became sweat-soaked and I felt like I could walk again on my own. I opened my eyes and tried to find light.
It was 3:15 a.m. on my phone. I was standing on wobbling legs and a clean empty stomach. I had to do something that made me raise my head with my eyes to the ceiling. A few seconds into it, I felt my breath slowly seizing. My legs gave away instantly. I was lucky to have made it to a chair on time. I wasn’t going to allow myself to collapse in a room with no other person at 3 a.m. It was a task trying to get my breathing to become stable again. That very moment, I used up my willpower, energy, and hope. When the day became brighter and I was still alive, I decided to write.
Now, the message is, to take care of your sick loved ones in the best possible way. Focus on them until they’re recovered. I said that lightly. Watch out for the people around you. Is there a change in their look or attitude that suggests the possibility of them being sick? Help them in the ways you can.
If you live alone, don’t ignore the early signs of sickness. GET TREATED! If you can’t stand the sight of drugs, you can reward yourself with your favorite fruit after you’ve had those damn pills. Notify a trusted person if you aren’t feeling too great.
I never did almost all of the above but I’m a changed person now (sounds cliché, lol).
Anyways, I hope we live good lives in good health🥂
Thank you for reading🤗
See you in the next read👋
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