Sofi and I were both sick last week. She got it first. Sofi vomited almost 10 times within the span of 8 hours and developed diarrhea once she started medication. She was weak, feverish, nauseous, and close to dehydration. She stayed home for the entire week.
48 hours after Sofi's first episode, I fell sick too. I woke up after midnight, sweating, sitting at the edge of the mattress, trying to make it to the toilet, waiting for something that felt like it was making its way out of my body. Then came the vile vomiting. I was too weak, I couldn't even stand up afterwards.
I had to call for reinforcements. I texted my siblings' WA group and asked for help. My brother came and took care of me throughout the night. The next morning, Af took Sofi so I could rest. I slept and slept the whole day. I couldn't keep my eyes open. The fatigue had taken over my entire body. My muscles ached, I was feverish, and my stomach cramped. In the afternoon, my sister came with chicken soup and took care of me. I slept again. They all turn their turn T^T
Af brought us to the clinic the next day. It was probably stomach flu. We went back to Ma's after I got an MC for the day. I asked my sister to drive us because I was still too weak. Being at Ma's meant I had support if I needed it. We stayed there until the weekend.
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I asked for help from my village because I knew, then, when to ask for help.
Being a single mother means knowing when to play "the card" and having the courage to ask for help, knowing full well that nobody owes you a rescue. Sometimes you'll be reminded that you are not important enough to someone. Sometimes people will drop everything and sit beside you through it all.
And that, perhaps, is a lesson worth reflecting on.
Note: To those who slept next to me through my half-conscious dramatic episode, I put you in my special box in my heart ❤︎
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