FED UP!

(…continued…)

                When they got to the got to the hospital, they went to Dr Obinna’s office. There were many people waiting to see him so they searched for the lady doctor they met the other day they came. They soon saw her and she exchanged pleasantries with them.

  “You came to see Dr Obi?” she asked them.

  “Yes.”

  “Officially or unofficially?”

Cynthia looked at Mabel, wondering what the lady meant.

  “Both,”

  “Call him on phone and tell him you are around. He will tell me what to do or tell you how long to wait. If I take you into his office now, these people who have been waiting will chop off my head.”

  “I understand. Let me call him now.”

                Mabel went a safe hearing distance from where the people were and called Dr Obinna. He told her to wait a little so he could attend to some more patients before he would call them in.

  “Where do we wait?” Mabel asked the lady doctor.

                There was no space in Dr Obinna’s office so she took them to another waiting room in the compound.

  “Don’t fail to call us when he is freer,” Cynthia said to her.

  “Ok.”

                They sat and waited. It wasn’t up to 20 minutes, the lady doctor came to call them.

  “Dr Obi is calling you,” she said.

                They followed her to Dr Obinna’s office. After exchanging pleasantries, he asked them to sit.

  “How are you feeling?” he asked Cynthia.

  “Better, though whenever I try to lift something heavy, I feel pain.”

  “Just observe the posture thing and you will be fine. Any complication from the drugs?”

  “Not that I can’t handle.”

  “Ok.”

  “What about the culture result?” Mabel asked him. “What did it read?”

                He opened a drawer and brought out a paper.

  “I just got it now. I will file it when we are done.”

  “Ok. What did it say?” Cynthia asked, a bit tensed.

  “Nothing much.”

  “Meaning there is something,” Mabel said.

                He told them the culture showed moderate growth of a particular bacterium which attacks the urinary tract and the kidney.

  “Ok,” Cynthia. “So what does that mean?”

  “There is no cause for alarm. It is already being taken care of. It is sensitive to the drug you are already taking. By the time you are done with the drugs, it should have cleared.”

 “Wow. Thanks a lot. That’s a huge relief. So what do I do now?”

  “Just continue with your drugs. Remember you have to keep up with the massage and observing correct posture, to deal with the back pain.”

  “Ok. Thanks.”

  “I have a sort of complaint,” Mabel said looking at Cynthia.

  “Ok. what is it?”

                Mabel told him how she felt the previous day and all she took. She didn’t tell him anything concerning the heartbreak and the incident that happened. Dr Obinna clerked her.

  “Let me check you out,” Dr Obinna said when she was done

                He told her to lie on the couch, then he checked her vital signs and mildly felt her abdomen. When he was done, he asked her to sit up.

  “When was the last time you saw your period?” he asked.

                Mabel’s heart skipped.

  “Last week,” Mabel answered, a bit tensed.

  “Is it possible that she is..” Cynthia began to say.

  “Cynthia!”

  “She is what?”

                Cynthia kept quiet.

  “Say what you wanted to say, so I can know where to approach the matter from.”

                Cynthia looked at Mabel.

  “She is asking whether I could be pregnant,” Mabel said.

  “Hmm,” he hissed. “We will have to investigate that, though I really doubt it.”

  “There should be signs to show whether I am or not.”

  “Pregnancy signs differ. In some women it is obvious but in others, it will take investigation to confirm whether they are or not.”

  “I can’t be pregnant,” Mabel insisted.

  “Even if you are, it is not the end of the world.”

                The lady doctor knocked and peeped in.

  “Any problem?” Dr Obinna asked her.

  “The patients are complaining that you are taking so much time sir.”

  “Tell them I am with my younger sisters. I will attend to them in the next five minutes.”

  “Ok sir.”

                She withdrew her head and Dr Obinna continued with Mabel.

  “Do you have pregnancy kit?” he asked her.

  “No I don’t. What do I need it for?”

  “Ok. I will send you to the lab. In less than 15 minutes, the result will be out, depending on how busy they are.”

  “Ok.”

                Dr Obinna called the lab and told them he was sending his sister and told them what to do. Then he hung up. He wrote the test to be carried out on a paper and handed it over to Mabel.

  “I really doubt whether it will be positive,” he said. “But get this done first.”

  “Ok. Thank you.”

                Mabel and Cynthia left the office. The patients looked at them angrily so they just looked straight and walked past. When they got to the lab section, they met the lab attendant who Dr Obinna sent them to. She was a matured woman.

  “How many weeks are you?” she asked, looking at Mabel.

  “Weeks what?” Mabel asked, puzzled.

  “Pregnant.”

  “How do you know I am pregnant.”

  “You look pregnant.”

(…to be continued…)

-©2015.Chinedu Isaac