Since Thursday night. On my birthday, I ate a cake at the seaside and went home. I had a seizure for no reason.
That day was the night with the lightest symptoms. After my mother accompanied me with alcohol disinfection through video, I fell asleep at 1: 30 in the morning. When I woke up on Friday morning, I was very autistic and didn't want to go out. I found that Niuhuang Jiedu Pill took 6 tablets. Apart from antimalarial drugs, this is the only standing drug I have at hand. After the other medicines in my big bag expired, I buried them to make flower fertilizer. Pain overcame autism, so I had to go straight to China medical team until I went to work in the afternoon. I asked a few questions briefly. The doctor prescribed cephalosporin and ofloxacin and told me to go home and drink more water. Because someone is allergic, it's my first time to take it, and I don't know the situation. If I get the treasure, I will be very grateful, because I am saved. Adults should take 2~4 tablets after reading the instructions. In order to relieve the severe pain, they took four pills by themselves.
At night, the pain is unbearable. This kind of pain is overwhelming, and it is overwhelming. From the innermost part to the earlobe, dull pain accompanied by tingling, thick overlap, has always been there. The sting hit me several times. I am like a white snake who drank realgar wine in The Legend of the New White Snake. First, I leaned my head against the wall and covered my ears with my hand. Then I rolled in bed, appeared, sat up, leaned against the wall, sobbed in the corner, and cried quietly at night ~
I finally fell asleep at four o'clock in the morning, and I was awakened by a series of video calls in the morning. There were calls from my parents and friends, all asking me if I was better, and did it still hurt? Alas, the symptoms have not eased, but have worsened. Eat a little and continue to take medicine. I don't want to do anything because of the pain. I think no matter how time is murdered at this time, it is excusable and a shield for "idleness". So I leaned on my desk and read Anai's novel Everything is Fine, while the Tmall Elf sang Miriam Yeung's songs from morning till night. I tried to distract myself with external interference, but in vain. All morning, my parents took turns to persuade me to see a local doctor, but I guess, regardless of technology, they probably don't have special equipment. My mother insisted on going to the hospital to see a doctor, and later advised me not to use special equipment, just concave-convex mirrors and tweezers; My little companion also asked his doctor friend for me. Alas, except for the strong feeling of love accident, everything else is nothing far from water and close to thirst. At 0: 00 domestic time, my friends still want to chat with me and say that they hope to be with me. I said seriously and inhumanely that all this is useless, neither alleviating nor helping. Go to sleep rationally. Just after he left, his mother left another message: I care about you. After I put her to sleep in the same way, I went to the local doctor in Togo.
I was greeted by a warm tall and thin man in a dark white coat. I looked up at him and felt a glimmer of hope. I finally found the lifesaver. As a result, alas, as expected, they didn't have any equipment, not even a simple concave-convex mirror and tweezers, so they tried to ignore the symptoms and simply asked me questions and prescribed anti-inflammatory drugs and ear drops. I went home glumly, and the only gain was the doctor's micro signal. He can speak Chinese with clear and fluent pronunciation. Well, what's the use?
The prerequisite for doctors to do their job well is excellent medical skills, not ignoring human life and reliable equipment.
None of this has anything to do with nationality.
To make matters worse, when I studied cephalosporin carefully in the afternoon, I found that the medicine prescribed by the doctor had expired for one year.
Alas.
I fell ill in Africa, which coincided with the weekend. I am helpless and in great pain.
I don't think I'm a fragile person, but I cried for a few days after a few days of pain.
I don't think I am a clear-headed person, but I still feel refreshed after a few days of pain.
I don't think I'm an addict, but I'll still have pain for a few days and then go to the doctor for a few days.
I pray for my health, for myself and for everyone.
It's 2: 30 in the morning on March 24th, Togo time, and I'm crying again because of my headache. When I stay with tears in my eyes, I only have one thought. Good health is a person's greatest blessing.
Later, I thought about what African locals who were sick like me would do. Is the lack of equipment related to the weekend? Hospitals in China are really good, which is really reassuring in China. Anyway, I'm going to find more hospitals tomorrow to see if anyone is on duty on Sunday.
We are all poor.
It hurts, it's endless, it's helpless, and I want to go home.