I slept through my alarm on Monday morning (can anyone say “jetlagged”? They say it takes a day for every hour’s difference, which by my calculations means at least a week of awkward sleeping patterns) and had to hurry through my morning ablutions and catch a taxi to the local hospital.
This is not meant to be an Afro-pessimistic article. Don’t call me a racist or a counter-revolutionary (heaven forbid). It’s about a very real concern I have as someone living in a country with a public health system that’s falling apart.
This morning I had one of my semi-annual appendix scares. A sharp, vertical pain on my right lower abdomen that felt rigid to the touch. Fortunately it soon passed, as all such scares tend to do. My appendix is still firmly attached to my insides.