The Christening
I think its rather fitting that I finally have a webblog, though considering my nature I probably should have started this a long time ago.
As it would happen, I am four days deep into the topic of the post, which is my wonderful little battle with malaria.
Friday evening I drove to Chicago with the family to show my Maple land cousin big city living. My hands are as cold as ice but we take that to be from the loving caress of our Windy City. Northwards of 11pm we are all sitting around a table in a dimly lit Naija themed restaurant called Bolat. Food arrives, I'm too nauseous to eat; we get home EARLY Saturday morning looking to give the figurative hay a run for its money.
Saturday I feel weak, figure its on account of the fact that I'm full of empty with cramps to boot. Add chills. Enter fever. Take my chakra down to half, at least.
Fast forward through waves of nausea, dry heaving in the worst imaginable form, and sleeping like a dog and here we are, too early on this Wednesday morning, blogging on an empty stomach that longs for pastas of a thousand flavors and freshly picked fruits. ........and I'm on a steady diet of 'eat that slice of toast slowly do you don't throw up'.
So there you have it. And so I christen you, my new blog, The Rantings of a Young Bee. May you outdo and outlive your predecessors and-
-And my stomach has just growled to remind me about that toast.
As it would happen, I am four days deep into the topic of the post, which is my wonderful little battle with malaria.
Friday evening I drove to Chicago with the family to show my Maple land cousin big city living. My hands are as cold as ice but we take that to be from the loving caress of our Windy City. Northwards of 11pm we are all sitting around a table in a dimly lit Naija themed restaurant called Bolat. Food arrives, I'm too nauseous to eat; we get home EARLY Saturday morning looking to give the figurative hay a run for its money.
Saturday I feel weak, figure its on account of the fact that I'm full of empty with cramps to boot. Add chills. Enter fever. Take my chakra down to half, at least.
Fast forward through waves of nausea, dry heaving in the worst imaginable form, and sleeping like a dog and here we are, too early on this Wednesday morning, blogging on an empty stomach that longs for pastas of a thousand flavors and freshly picked fruits. ........and I'm on a steady diet of 'eat that slice of toast slowly do you don't throw up'.
So there you have it. And so I christen you, my new blog, The Rantings of a Young Bee. May you outdo and outlive your predecessors and-
-And my stomach has just growled to remind me about that toast.
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