Drama in Hospital

I’d been very ill lately. I was diagnosed of typhoid fever. Certainly, it was the stress and enjoyment I had two weeks ago that culminated in the sickness. I really overstressed myself and of course I paid dearly for it. The most memorable part of the scenario however was not the sickness part but the ‘drama’ that happened at the hospital. It was very funny, that’s why I called it drama.

Sit back, relax and enjoy my story…

The Stress
It started two weeks ago when my boss forced me to work for 48 hours non-stop. My boss (a crazy whiteman) is only interested in whatever brings cash, and I know that for sure. I wouldn’t blame him on the other hand because we had a very challenging job to handle and I was the most competent hand to handle the job. I am the only professional left in the small firm since three of our most experienced members of staff left two months ago. I had to shoulder the responsibility, though it also came with a very hot, juicy package.
“We had sacrificed two months for you to write your exams so you have no choice but to commit your time to this project. We must not fail in doing this job Wande. You know the kind of trust our clients have in us,” my boss said patting my back.
Of course, I know there is no need for him to persuade me. I must do the job because I have no choice. I had to carry the burden of working from Thurday night to Sunday afternoon non-stop and without rest. I accepted the proposal at the expense of a date I had with a new toaster.
Looking back, I know I owe the company a lot. First, I was employed only with an OND and a certified membership of NIMN and placed ahead of first degree holders. Second, I was given a permanent ‘student status’ that enables me to go to school while still working. And recently, I was allowed a ‘two-month with pay’ grace to write my exams in spite of the fact that I had already taken my sick leave and some other bonuses. For these reasons, I chose to work extra miles and landed in the hospital.

The Fear
My illness started with sneezing, coughing, vomiting, catarrh, and the big one, diarrhea. My mum was scared; she thought I was pregnant. She kept asking me “when did you see your period last.” I was very furious. How can she ask that kind of question in the presence of my elder sisters? I was really mad at her.
I tried to use different drugs but nothing happened. So, I had no choice but to go to the hospital.

Randy Doctor
The doctor on duty was this crazy chap that was just staring at my cleavage. He was just caressing my body stylishly while examining me physically. I wonder why he wanted to see my stomach when I complained of diarrhea. I guess it’s because my mum asked him to carry out a pregnancy test first. I later did the test and was confirmed negative. I was a little bit scared when the randy doctor was trying to pull my legs.
To my greatest surprise, my mum told me that she learnt the doctor has paid my bill. I was equally angry. What was the intention of the randy doctor? I was about leaving when a nurse walked up to me and gave me an envelop. I tore it open and saw a note addressed to me, of course by the same doctor. The content says:

Hi Yewande,
I can't take my eyes off you since the very day I
saw you. I will like to be your best friend. Pls,
text your number to (his phone number). I'll call
immediately,
Doctor Wale (not his real name)

At least to appreciate his kind gesture, i sent a message to his phone. He called immediately as promised and that was how we met.

...I'll update with more gists as event unfolds. Thank God I am now fully back on my feet.