When I was a teenager, I got injured a lot of times. I was so playful and most of the injuries would lead to a big wound because I did not take good care of it or I should keep peeling the surface whenever it healed and open a fresh wound which would later make me very sick and bedridden.*

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During the time of sickness, I have never been taken to a hospital because my mum is very good at preparing herbs so it is either she prepares herbs for me or she calls a nurse that will treat me at home...
So I took a lot of injections and I started to love it, I would prefer injections to drugs any day because those drugs make me feel like vomiting, I can't even use two drugs at the same time, it is either I take them one by one or put the drugs inside Eba or any other swallow and use it to take the drugs...
When I was no longer under the care of my parents, whenever I fell sick, I had a nurse I used to call who treated me at home, and within a few days I would be fine but when I relocated to this new area, something changed!.
I fell sick in 2024 and it started gradually, at first I thought it was usual malaria so I went to the pharmacy to get malaria drugs, yea If self-medication was a crime then I am guilty... I took the malaria drugs and I was fine for a few days only for it to become worse, my body temperature was so hot and I was weak, I had to call on another nurse nearby to treat me but she did a very bad job... She did not run any tests on me, she just assumed I was having malaria too and gave me 6 injections in a day and also passed a drip into my body on that same day, she was like the one sent to end my life but God was bigger than her... I survived it and I got better again for a week only for the sickness to start again.

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It was getting beyond my power so I called my sister and explained to her and she told me to go and run a test first so I could know exactly what was wrong with me which I did and that was where it was discovered that It was typhoid I am battling with and drugs were prescribed for me but the drugs didn't work again until I called quduus1
to bring typhoid herbs for me which work like magic because within few days of using it, I was strong and healthy again so since then, I don't believe in modern drugs again.
I found a lady who sells herbs in my area now so anytime I feel sick, I would just go to her and buy malaria and typhoid herbs from her which works great and I have been dependent on that since last year.
Going to the hospital is not the problem but the fear of the bills, the nurse who came to treat me at home collected 20,000 Naira which was too much but a dying person does not have the strength and time to negotiate, I believe going to the hospital would have cost me more whereas the herbs that quduus1 brought was not even up to 1000 Naira.
Based on what I have written so far, you can deduce that I do not go for medical check-ups, I do not see the need for it but to top it all, I do not want them to keep telling me to run unnecessary tests just so their daily earnings can be completed.



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