Broken legs, White and Blue striped gowns

Broken legs, White and Blue striped gowns

On January 19th, 2017, I tasted blood and soil in my mouth. I tried getting up, but my body felt heavy like a log. Pain shot through my right leg each time I tried to move. People milled around me, all talking at once. My sister Ronnet was with me, but I couldn’t see her. I was in and out of consciousness.

The next thing I knew, I was in Mulago hospital. My leg was tied into a lesu, then dashed into an ambulance set for Mengo hospital (my sister had been taken there). I remember crying out to my brother, `hold my leg” each time we hit a pothole because the pain was excruciating. It’s like his hand was an ointment. I saw his face crease and his big white eyes bulge in pain each time I squeezed his hand. That day I made peace with ambulance sirens because sometimes they have people in dire conditions like myself.

At Mulago hospital before being moved to Mengo Hospital

Once at Mengo, more faces, people touching me, talking at once, everything was moving so fast, and all I wanted was for the pain to stop. I was wheeled into a room next to my sister, changed into a hard cotton white and blue striped hospital dress, nothing elegant about it, just a reminder that Mengo still has pure cotton material in their midst. My relatives were everywhere because that is who they are. Once a celebration or bad situation happens, basitukiramu –they all gather.

My Sister and I at Mengo Hospital

Lying on my bed, I heard a voice quote for me, “All things work together for good to those who love the Lord and are the called according to His purpose. Romans 8:28.” I remember being MAAADDDDD!! How dare He (Holy Spirit) tell me that this accident is working out for my good? My sister and I had sustained multiple injuries and broken bones. How was this working out for our good? I didn’t see the point in that verse. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. I was furious with God for letting this happen. Also, my sister was three months pregnant, set to graduate that month from Makerere University. NOTHING WAS WORKING OUT FOR MY GOOD!!

My operation came first and quick. It was successful. Dr Okello, an orthopaedic-the best in the country, if you ask me, was quite the encourager. He encouraged us at every turn and always hoped for the best. Friends thronged the hospital halls daily and at all times. My family was amazed at the number of friends we had. These friends visited throughout the time we were in the hospital, and even when we returned home.

In comes the crutches……

I was on two crutches but later graduated to one crutch😂

 We were bedridden for a while until they introduced crutches. We did everything in bed, i.e. eating, bathing, toilet breaks, entertaining guests, reading, etc. We spent so much time on our backs that year. 😂😂😂

Physiotherapy followed and became our new normal. Every Friday was physio day at our house. Everything rotated around physio on Sir. Apollo Kaggwa road (location for Dr Okello’s private practice). Our love affair with chicken tonight samosas was birthed. (Y’all need to taste those samosas, especially the chicken flavour. So good!)

During this time, I couldn’t go back to work and therefore had to resign. And the wait began. The wait for a new job. The frustration of applying for this and that job. My mother’s frustrations consumed me, and all I could do was pray and wait some more.

In July 2018, two friends sent me the same job advert. One said to me, ‘it is so you. Apply.’ And I did. I was called in for an interview, and the rest is history. God handpicked me for this opportunity.

My sister didn’t lose her baby. Nor did she experience labour pains. My grandmother concluded by saying, `God knew she didn’t need more pain.” Hehehe!! She gave birth to my son, Isaiah, who is now three years old. The cutest boy I know. ❤😜

I can’t deny that 2017-2018 were some of the most challenging years for the family and me, but God stood steadfast, “ all things work together for good to those who love the Lord and are the called according to His purpose.” We didn’t die. We are still alive. We don’t use crutches anymore. Hospital bills were paid in full, and we never got into debt. We are wholly healed, bones restored. We are both back to work.

There is so much that has worked out for our good since then.

 As you read this, remember Romans 8:28 is your portion. All things are working out for your good whether you see it or not, whether you believe it or not.

This article was first published on sageviv.com

One thought on “Broken legs, White and Blue striped gowns

  1. The 1st pic sis 😢😢😢😢eish .. oohh myyyyy sigh , deep sigh then deeper sigh again … 3 years later & eh it feels like just yesterday , to see you encouraging us am encouraged

    Your grandma just does it for me 👊😊

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