Broken bones

I slept so deeply yesterday after completing my daily routine and night chores. I took a warm bath, feeling exhausted, and drifted off into a heavy slumber. When I woke up in the morning, I was met with a sickness that took me by surprise. I felt so weak that I could barely extend my hands.

My joints ached, My bones felt like they were broken and my muscles were weak. I couldn’t do anything for myself and lay in bed, whimpering softly, like a child in pain. Headache clouded my thoughts, making it nearly impossible for me to focus.

Just getting up to brush my teeth felt like an impossible task. Finding something to eat felt equally challenging as if each small movement was a fight. Someone who was strong before sleep and took for granted my health just the day before.

In my state, I reached out to my neighbor, hoping he could help me buy some medication. He informed me that he was heading to church, and that’s when it hit me that I had completely lost track of time and missed church service myself. The reality of my sickness weighed heavily on me.

As the minutes ticked by and no one came to my aid, I realized I couldn’t wait any longer. Picking up the smallest of strength, I decided to go out and get the drugs myself. It was quite a distance, but somehow, I pushed through. With determination, I made the journey to the pharmacy and back, feeling a mix of tiredness and heightened headache.

Once home, I took the medication and managed to eat some fruits which was the only thing in my stomach from morning until evening. My stomach felt empty, and I longed for real food, but my body was too weak to handle anything heavy.