Death III
In recounting my near misses, I can't but think of how many other misses I am unaware of. As a child, I was the only one who was hospitalized a few times compared to my siblings and cousins. I cannot remember if I ever felt sick enough to be at deaths door, but I do know I disliked getting injections. During one of my trips to the hospital I was to receive a Novalgin injection, for those of you old enough to remember Novalgin, it was the most painful torturous injection ever. I screamed hell and blue murder as the nurse approached with a Novalgin shot. 'I don't take injections', I lamented in my most piteous voice, you would think anyone with a heart would see the tears and back down but those nurses were a special breed. After a few minutes of my temporary madness, my father was summoned, it took just one look from him and I accepted the drilling of the syringe through my marrow (that was what it felt like) without as much as a squeak. The feeling Novalgin gave your bu...
Nice pics..
ReplyDeletei see you are still traveling all over!
@Blogoratti thanks, No these are pics from the storehouse:) Will begin another round of journeying next week. Thanks for stopping by!
ReplyDeleteNice pictures mate.. Thanks for stopping by.. And I did get your jab about the status updates...... Taken the post private just to ensure no other sensibilities are insulted.. I did take a jab at myself too.... LOL.
ReplyDelete@akaBagucci...Thank you too! Laughing here too!
ReplyDeleteFirst time here,I think.....
ReplyDeleteLovely pics...
those pots are gorgeous. I have never been to Kano. Must go to buy similar pots at least. Nice blog!
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