Sickle Cell Crisis, unproductive week. Diary Game-31/12/22.

Hello wonderful people in this community. Steem greetings to you all. I hope you are all having a good night. Welcome to my Diary game.

This was has been very challenging and tough. It has been one of the terrible moments of this year. So many unfortunate things happened to me the past few days.
On Tuesday (27/22), I suffered yet another severe sickle cell crisis-Vascular Occlusive Crisis (VOC). It was terrible. I cried in agony for almost the whole day. I can’t remember what triggered it, I am sure it was a random one. I usually do suffer random crisis during this cold season of the year, but this one was severe. The pains were terrible, I could not move my leg or even raise my arm.

Because of some symptoms of complications i began seeing earlier this year, I was advised to minimize or best quit taking painkillers during crisis. This made my recent crisis even much more difficult to handle. My mother massaged my joints frequently with warm water to help minimize the pains. That is the traditional way we have been handling my sickle cell crisis since I was a kid. This technique is quite helpful as it makes me fall asleep most times.

The crisis lasted for three days but the pains became lesser as days went by. I lost appetite almost completely. My sister made me my favorite delicacy of jallof rice and beans cooked with coconut oil, which I managed to eat quite a little.
I am feeling much better now, Alhamdulillah. I am looking forward to a better and proactive 2023🙏🏿

jallof rice and beans cooked with coconut oil

There were some youth group meetings/parties I was supposed to attend this week but I couldn’t make it because of the crisis. But I am still positive about the year and I hope I’ll still get more opportunities to attend even better events.

Difficult moments like this make me realize the importance of having an amazing family who shows you nothing but pure love and support at your lowest and helpless times.
Even though sickle cell is passed genetically, I don’t hate myself or my parents for being a sickle cell positive. I have three siblings but I am the only child of parents with this hemoglobin disorder. I believe this sickle cell is my blessing and my curse. I don’t believe I am going to die tomorrow, in-fact when I was a kid and I had just started suffering sickle cell crisis, many people including “medicine men” told my mother to give up on me because I won’t see tomorrow. Most of them are dead now and I’m still here, breathing. I’ve embraced who I am with a big pride. I am very grateful to God for my life and my amazing family❤️

If you have made it this far, thank youuuu sooo much for reading my sad story. I would like to make a request to you, please do not sympathize with me, I don’t feel sorry about my condition so there’s no reason for you to do.

   Stay Safe. Happy New Year 🎆 🥳