Unlook no more!

Its funny how things come together sometimes

So, I confess, I can be the biggest "unlooker" when it comes to issues regarding my health. Its as if my mind doesn’t want to be bothered about health issues…almost like this body belongs to another person.

Wehdon sah!! Continue o!

That’s how I haven’t been to a hospital in ages. Usually back in Naija, when the inevitable malaria strikes, I’d just go to the pharmacy (Chemist!! Chemist!!!...call the real name jare…stop forming), buy one of the anti-malaria drugs that boast of the mighty, all knowing power of Arthemether and Lumenfantrine (whatever those things are), take them, stay away from the office for two days at most to recover and I’m usually right as rain after.

Hmmm, my people , that’s how I got a text message from the NHS actually asking after my well being and politely suggesting that I go for a check up with my registered GP here at Wembley.

As usual, I unlooked.

I was at work the next day and madam boss gave me something to read on a sheet of paper and I found myself squinting to read it (in my defence, the restaurant was dimly lit). That’s how she noticed and made a snide comment about getting old and to try not to ignore signs of eyes getting weaker. Truthfully, I’d even noticed how it gets a bit blurry early in the morning when I wake up and try to read stuff on my phone.

Hmmm… the unlooking level went down a few points.

Next day, my lovely mother-in-law sends me one of those infernal whatsapp “forwarded many times” videos on black men and their higher chances of getting prostate cancer. This one is very detailed and actually very informative.

I watch it and the unlooking level dropped even further.

I’m at my aunt Ngo’s place later that same day helping them get ready for a party at the weekend. We guys are gisting while setting up canopies and painting the yard. The talk somehow turns to health issues and Oluchi’s husband casually regales us with his hilarious experience at the doctor when he went for a prostate check after complaining of piles. The gist is quite funny with him claiming the technicians were enjoying poking up his nether regions a bit too much. However, the sobering part is the realization for everyone that we have to all get this checked out at some point.

Bruh…unlooking levels disappeared.

Omo, (Knowing I’m at some level of risk of HBP and diabetes due to hereditary reasons) I gave myself sense and quickly rushed back to click on the link in the NHS text to book appointments. I’ll be there on the 29^th by 11.50am.

Praying it goes well.