Like a sting from a scorpion, a sharp jolt shocked and confused me. I instinctively press at my index finger, obviously there is cut there. There is one thing that can end this, a hot compression on it will end the pain. Luckily, I was boiling some water. I let it start to burn the cut that was not bleeding until my pain threshold ended and I jump up and down. That should do it, I add staring at the finger and searching for the cut. There was none, just a loose cuticle and instead of the pain subsiding it intensified.
I made myself some hot cocoa and then started to feel sleepy. It was time and so I cross checked that all was switched off and safe before crashing into my large comfortable bed.
I woke up staring at the finger and also with a fever, my period was about to start so that's normal. I have too much to do and need this beauty sleep. I wonder if men call it beauty sleep?
I woke up clutching the finger and the fever didn't go away, I don't think I've had any of my supplements in a while. Well, you take them after eating and I've not done a good job eating well this past week. I've been too tired to, so loads of yogurt and cocoa and dreams of a proper meal.
That jolt hits me and I jump out of bed, it feels like that pain at the edge of my finger but a little bit intense. My mum calls and asks if I have placed the finger on something hot. That's my cue to do so again and I do, it helps temporarily and then I feel the jolt again.
Maybe a proper meal will help, I make jollof and some Cole slaw and sit and eat. This pain is strange, it hits you and then disappears. I know now for sure that something is wrong.
I googled my symptoms and it's finger Wicklow alright and I have tried all the home remedies. It's time to get over the counter medications.
I start it and just know by the second day I will be better, right?
Wrong, the finger is now swollen and red and the online reviews are horrible. It's a virus and it's spreading and medical websites warn not to use a hot compression but a cold one.
I wake up rocking the finger and grunting, this was different. It feels like my finger is dying and it has spread. I may be mutating or maybe is affecting my mind. I'm not sure which but I feel like if I don't get help, I'd die. Money I've saved, I gather and I'm the first in the hospital. I may have told anyone that called that I was dying, I don't recall. What I know is that any blood flow in the finger hurt and I have almost pulled and dislocated the nearby fingers. They all hurt and I can't wait to see the doctor.
By the time I enter her office I can't sit upright and I'm pulling at all aching fingers. I beg her to slice open the visible red swollen finger that have now spread to my palm.
'I can't'
Her words stung me and tears dropped down my swollen face that showed lack of sleep.
'Admit me then', I begged her.
I remember a prescription that moved my pain from a thousand to zero, I wanted that.
But my craving for the medication was proof I could easily get addicted.
'You will get intravenous injections and others...'
Honestly, I didn't hear her. I was too busy pulling at my fingers and praying the pain stops.
For the first time in my life I didn't feel anything, none of the injections. I was asked if I had the feeling of throwing up during the intravenous. I shake my head and pull at the fingers around the times four swollen infected finger.
I suddenly had the urge to sleep and as I stepped out of the hospital and see Ajoke, I smile. She hugged me and said I had a fever, I smile and search for her car.
Inside I sleep and catch up on all the sleep I missed. Thank God I got medical attention when I did. Ajoke filled my head with stories of the virus getting to people's brain and how Wicklow causes blood poisoning.
I shut my eyes again and sleep, it's good to have my friend with me.
**"ADE'S JOURNAL", Season 4, Episode 4**
*"ADE'S JOURNAL", 4, COPYRIGHT 2019*
**BUSOLA ELEGBEDE, COPYRIGHT 2019**
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