By Posha Aloyo

A thread about WHY YOU SHOULD SEE A DOCTOR AND STOP SELF MEDICATION. This is me, on Friday 4th March 2020, a day after my surgery. It hurt to laugh but I was so grateful to be alive.

I had been experiencing pain during ovulation and I figured it was just one of those things on Monday. So I figured I would rest it out and be fine. Pain woke me up on Tuesday at about 4am. So much pain it felt like my abdomen was going to burst. I crawled in pain.

So I asked the best friend to buy me pain killers and assured myself I would be fine. The pain returned at about 2pm so I decided to go to a hospital and check it out. I was told I had acute appendicitis

I foolishly go back home (figuring I would take more pain killers) because I was tired of waiting to see a doctor. We go back the next day to see a doctor and forge a way forward. I see one and she says I need to see a surgeon ASAP. It was 2 hours to his arrival.

I decided to used this time to get a second opinion. We go to case Hospital. Run a million (ok they felt like 😩😩😩😩) tests to find out what was really wrong with me. At this point, I am nervous, scared and google is about to make my mind explode.

The doctor advised we pick the results next morning. I went alone ( I really wanted to know my options first).
He asked for the best friend (👋).
I insisted and was told I needed to have an emergency operation 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

My world stopped. I called the best friend. I called my mum. I called Derrick. Guys, I even called my neighbor. I was scared. I think I am strong but I was so scared. The world had cheated me. This was so unfair. I sat in absolute silence as he explained my options to me.

For some odd reason, my soul grew tired and I knew I wanted this out of the way. So I watched Blacklist as they prepped me for surgery (Thankfully I hadn’t eaten so I was ready) I was wheeled to theater and told I would be put to sleep. I slept.

I woke hours later and saw my sister. Realized I was back to the ward. Tired. So I slept again.

The pain woke me up. So I looked down at my body and realized I had 4 plasters. The doctor came and told me they found something else that he would tell me the next day when I was more sober.

The pain woke me up. So I looked down at my body and realized I had 4 plasters. The doctor came and told me they found something else that he would tell me the next day when I was more sober.

I was discharged and I am healing from home now. The pain is there but I am managing. I have never been so glad to be alive. Of course I get sad, i over think but in everything, I am alive.

The writer is the NBS TV After 5 Producer and Next Radio FM Presenter.