ENTERTAINMENT
They say love makes you do crazy things. In my case, it made me drive like an ambulance driver going to rescue a woman in labour, faked a fever and check myself into a hospital where the only medicine I wanted was a midnight hug.
Yes, I admit it I wasn’t sick. I was lovesick. The moment I saw that bootlicious Nyaru nurse when I had taken my sick mother, I knew I would be back whether sick or well. “Just a hug may heal me,” I told her, and believe me, it worked better than any prescription.
Doctors ran tests, all negative. But I insisted: “I can’t go home to die after knowing she had already reported for night duty. So I stayed, watching the clock tick toward midnight.
At 12:00 sharp, I pressed the buzzer. “Nurse, check my blood pressure,” I pleaded. And when she walked in, I confessed: “You are the only reason I am here.”
She was not cruel as I thought. She offered the hug. And let me tell you, a midnight hug feels different like medicine straight to the soul, slowly she felt the gear leaver try to engage itself like an old ipsum. She asked me to excuse her and she locks the door to examine me,instead I helped her lock the door instead I examined her and she was all healthy. By morning I was all feeling well and ready to be discharged. At the reception,we were all shy to see each other, she gave me my bill which I cleared with a tip and drove off a happy man.
I am now the doctor in charge. Forget Panadol , in Mbarara, passion is the strongest drug.
