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My first major crisis in America – part 2

Last week, I shared with you my first experience of having a crisis in the USA, let’s continue…

Mummy insisted talking to my roommate to ask her to help me, but I refused (I can be stubborn sometimes) so I was quite confused when she walked in and suggested to take me to the hospital. Apparently, my brother had called her and told her what was happening to me, and had asked her to help get me to the hospital. Honestly, I didn’t see that one coming.

Soooooo, grudgingly….I went to the hospital, limping and shedding some crocodile tears. Sigh.

We got to the emergency ward, and my roommate told them that I was having a sickle cell crisis. I was led to a bed and after struggling to find a vein, I was given an IV. After a few minutes I felt some relief. As I lay there, some people came to get my medical records and  insurance information. Finally the doctor came in and after examining me wrote something on the clipboard. I had no idea what he wrote. 

The IV was working, so I was good. However, after the first IV got finished, for some reason, they decided that it was enough and that I should be fine. I was surprised and said, “Ma’am, this is nothing, please I need more.” Thankfully they complied.

After the third IV, the doctor came in again, prescribed some painkillers and discharged me. I was confused, I was not used to this. Do they really think I am completely healed because of three IV’s? Eii…nah these people, don’t they know that I am still in pain?

I was in that hospital for a maximum of three hours, before I was discharged. I left the hospital limping with some pain still lingering in my leg. I left to go home to heal myself, at least I had some strong painkillers to help.  I did not get well immediately. It took me a few more days before I could walk confidently on my feet. During my healing process, I took my medication regularly, did a lot of resting and constant consultation with my ‘home doctors’ (parents). 

A few weeks after this experience, feeling much  better, I was at home, minding my own business when I received my bill from the hospital. It was a whopping $6000 – for three hours in the hospital. Eiiiiiiiiiii…..but why? I then thought to myself, “Vanessa, this money, could have flown you to Ghana, taken care of your hospital bills at Korle bu, bought some plantain chips peh and then flown you back to school.” You see, my fear of the bill was confirmed. In my statistics class, we would say that we have failed to reject the null hypothesis.

As to how I paid off that bill, only God knows but I am glad I found a way and from that experience, I decided I will do all that I can to avoid going to the hospital. I have learnt to listen to my body even more and to give it what it needs. Has this helped? Yes! Does that mean that I have not been to the hospital ever since? Nope….I will tell you about my second experience in another post. However, the steps I have taken to protect myself has improved my health in general and I am grateful to God for the blessing of good health!

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  • Reply
    November 25, 2019 at 9:37 pm

    Sigh! You’re a tough cookie!
    May God continue to strengthen you

    • Reply
      November 26, 2019 at 12:37 am

      Amen! Thank you dear!!

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    November 26, 2019 at 3:00 pm

    Have u tried hydroxyurea…

    • Reply
      November 26, 2019 at 7:12 pm

      Hello John, no please, I have not tried that yet.

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    November 26, 2019 at 3:56 pm

    Only plantain chips? I would have bought papaye as well Good Job Vane! Thanks for sharing

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      November 26, 2019 at 7:13 pm

      Hahahaha…I know right. Papaye like 5 packs peh. Thank you dear!

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    Evelyn Akagbo
    November 26, 2019 at 5:37 pm

    Eiii $6000 paaaa. Boi! Thank God you are listening to your body more. Na this money can rent a one bedroom I. Ghana for 2 years ooo. Take Care Nessa

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      November 26, 2019 at 7:14 pm

      I know right…it can do a lot in Ghana. But thank you dear, I am definitely taking care of myself!

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    November 27, 2019 at 2:28 am

    God knows and protects His own. You will live to be a testimony. God continue to keep you and make you a beacon of hope to others.

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      December 2, 2019 at 6:26 pm

      Amen! Thank you very much!

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