It’s day six.

I had to face one of my biggest fears — injection — today. After the fear of dying unfulfilled, my other top biggest fears include the sound of mosquitoes and injection.

What’s your greatest fear, if you have any?

I was supposed to visit the hospital yesterday but couldn’t as I got home late and decided to visit this morning on my way to work.

After narrating how I felt to the doctor, she asked if I would be fine with taking injection. Okay, I know people use to say injection works better than pills.

I really don’t like injection but then I said to myself: let’s see how this goes. I told the doctor that I’m fine with it.

I proceeded to the injection room (the slaughterhouse in my mind).

I stretched my arms to the nurse and she said the needle is going into my butt. By the way, she made fun of me that I didn’t squeeze my face when taking the soft drink I had earlier in her presence.

I hated injection and that didn’t start today. Interestingly, the hatred is only applicable to when it’s going into my butt. I donated blood last year and didn’t even feel a thing despite having the needle in me for a couple of minutes.

Here’s a proof.

I can remember vividly, back in 2002, I was discharged after spending about a week in the hospital. I was to come back for injections and wound dressing.

The greatest mistake the doctors made during my discharge was giving me the injections to go home with. I was supposed to be coming with them everyday to the hospital so that they would administer it.

Well, “mo ya gbe won landicap“.

I don’t think I took the injection kits to the hospital more than once despite having about a week supply. Interestingly, I never met the same nurse on duty whenever I was in for wound dressing.

One day, I’d probably write about the event that landed me in the hospital that year.

I got to the office today and I was walking around as if I have a broken hip. It’s 12 hours after taking the injection and I’m still feeling it but I still have two more to go: one each day.

I’m here wondering if I can call in sick tomorrow. Note that the call in sick is not about work but to dodge the visitation to the hospital for the second and probably third injections.

Till tomorrow.