Igbobi nurse wanted to amputate my left ankle

 

I know this ankle sometimes show me some opposition party vibes but I love it regardless, no one can talk me into losing you, we die here. (Photo credit: Ramsey's iPhone)

It was probably the darkest hours of my life, I had some coping mechanisms but all failed at this time, felt like wild animals were haunting me within and it was raining brimstone outside, no one deserved to go through such pains even if you killed like Cain, it was crazy.

I’ve had crisis in the past, many I managed well and some that resulted in damages and bruises. I remember tripping and breaking the marble basin at Babanla sometime in 2006, Mama Opa was the only one that understood, many stood there wondering if I wasn’t old enough to know I wasn’t supposed to lean on it…

I’ve had falls that drew people, they didn’t know the “sorry’s” hurt more than the fall but I learned to manage that feeling, and then those that offer unsolicited pities especially on a job, making me having to prove myself every damn time, they need to unlearn prejudice, but we move.

It was at Igbobi hospital, arguably my most dreaded place. I was waiting to be attended to sometime ago, I was chit-chatting with a young boy of about ten, I was wearing an Arsenal shirt and he a United jersey, he was engaging me intelligently on why his club was better…

He was wheeled in moments later, I was there the next day to pick up something and I saw same boy on a stretcher, they had taken off his left limb, I saw pain and disappointment on his face, I moved closer to him and he was sobbing, while the rest is history, I ensured we talked about football before I left to make him feel better.

That’s one out of a lot. This post isn’t an indictment on anyone at Igbobi, but I hope they learn to refer patients out to specialists when they don’t have answers instead of advising patients to get amputated, they gave me same offer twice, I’m glad I didn’t listen.

I was never going to listen anyways, not because I didn’t think it would end the pain but because I knew that was never the only solution to it. I’ve seen a case of a guy that was already scheduled for amputation before a renowned surgeon intervened and had another type of surgery, dude is an athlete now.

I was sweating profusely at work, I couldn’t sit so I was leaning on a wall, then my feet were sore and I couldn’t take it anymore. Parts of my body were going numb, I was worried but still replying bants to deflect my feelings, I can’t put how I got to the hospital in words but I wasn’t in one piece.

Diclofenac and the machine stabilized me and after the first therapy session, I was asked to wait to meet someone, from the man’s look I knew immediately that he was a motivational speaker, dude was telling me why I would be better for it if I let them amputate my ankle…

I don’t know who taught these people this useless strategy, coercing people to accept damning eventualities through brainwashing and false pictures. I was in a good mood and also respectful of old people, I can’t remember how I politely told him to fuck off but I remember what happened next…

 

To be continued…