Life is so very precious.
Wake up everyday and realize that.
A cold, February night as I write this. So much to hope for, and so little to regret one month into a new year. 2018. Let’s talk about that. Take a minute and think about your 2018 so far. Thoughts? Achievements? Wins? Losses? New feels? New chances? New dreams? Same dreams? I’d love to hear all about it.
For me, the beginning of a new year is always the least stressful time of the year. A time to reconnect with loved ones, to think about the past year, to mentally prepare myself for a new chapter in life, and to think about anything and everything I hope to achieve in the new year – even though we all know that resolutions are merely dreams and words, and we barely make it past the first week before breaking them.
However, this year, this 2018, a year with so many promises and aspirations, the year that I pledged to be my best possible self, took off on a different, unusual, rocky path.
For those who may not know, I attend a boarding college preparatory high school in Connecticut, America. It’s currently winter, and thus, FLU SEASON! YAY! (note my sarcasm) Also, for my ignorant friends, the flu is extremely different from the common cold.
Around mid-January, I was admitted in an ICU (Intensive Care Unit) ward at the Yale New Haven Hospital. Yes, the ICU, a place I had never thought I’d step foot in. I think about the nights I don’t want to remember. The terrifying thought of how I didn’t eat for about eleven days. Of how I couldn’t walk, and had to undergo physiotherapy afterwards. Of how I couldn’t do something as simple as help myself to the bathroom. Of how I threw up everything, even the medicine, that I took in. Of all the tubes in my body. Of having to receive blood from a donor, because half of my blood cells were damaged, and I only had 40,000 platelets out of 150,000-450,000. Of all the work I had to catch up on in school, subsequently. The perfectly healthy 15-year old African girl I am, scared, alone, and whose parents are more than an 18-hr plane flight (combined) away. Picture yourself in my shoes.
But that is not the worst part. The part that vexed me most was that I was admitted in my school’s health center, to begin with. My symptoms were very much similar to that of the flu. And guess what!? Its flu season, isn’t it? I’m sure you already guessed that, and also that they probably assumed that I had the flu, a girl from Africa, a continent prone to deadly tropical diseases, which they did. My flu test came out negative twice, but the doctors and the nurses insisted on believing that it was the flu, despite my parent’s desperate pleas. Connect the dots yet? I didn’t have the flu!
They rushed me to the emergency room in the nick of time….
As I recover from that lethal experience, I can only hope for a better year ahead. Pain is real, but so is hope.
On the brighter side, winter is almost over! Don’t get me wrong, winter is magic! But I’m so ready for spring, heck, I’m so ready for summer break!
If you’re awake, you’re blessed. I have learned to be grateful for every minute of my life, every moment. You should too.
So, as you can already tell, this hasn’t been the best year for me so far. But, it’s only the beginning, and I’m hoping for better moments in the future. And relax, I’m not dying or anything, haha. Your girl’s all good!! Click here to tell me of your thoughts, requests, your year so far, similar experiences, or to ask questions. Anything! Also, click here to learn more about this blog. Check out my first blog too, The Risk of Love is Loss…
Sincere gratitude to everyone who supported me through this difficult time ♥♥