All too often, because of the regularity of my hospital admission status , I imagine that life seems to end at the hospital every fortnight. Crises often starts at late ours of the night , precisely 1:00 am to 2:00 am, and I really don’t know why. Most times I am often thrown over locked estate gates like a ball for people on the other side to catch me and help get me to the nearest hospital as quickly as possible. The whole experience is discomforting , and all I see are faces under immense pressure. 

Good health has been elusive as almost every two weeks I go in and out of the hospital because of different forms or crises. Besides , I commonly have swollen shoulders and legs when I was young , stiff neck and excruciating headache. Lack of pleasurable feeling is the order of the day. No positive emotions like joy , enthusiasm , excitement , happiness as sickness has become part of my personality , depressive symptoms abounding, After any discharge from the hospital, as I think I have weathered the trauma and treatment , ready to focus on the future, my body disagrees. Sometimes when rushed to the hospital for treatment , my veins collapse and doctors have difficulty giving me treatment. 

This can be very frustrating and adds more pain , Since I knew myself as a sickler , doctors or nurses have never picked my veins at one attempt during any hospital admission. They have had to puncture many times just to get one single vein , When a vein is finally found, doctors begin to treat by giving fluid or painkillers, either in form of injections or tablets, and everything around begins to irritate me. I sometimes realize that my body suffered an assault , and answering phone calls from well wishers becomes difficult. Feeling of fear often envelope me and I hate to hear my voice again when I want to sleep after several surgeries and treatments. I believe sickle cell disease is more than a bumpy road to a bright future. After every discharge , motions of sickness begin again - a trauma indeed. I become tired more and more, finding it mentally difficult to focus sometimes I feel so bad as the family excuses me from domestic chores daily , an exception unbecoming of a girl who should learn to keep a home in the future. Anytime I feel like shrugging off the sickness , laughing and resuming life, I find that I couldn’t. 

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