When they got to the hospital, they
went straight to Dr Obinna’s office. They met many people waiting to see him so
they looked around for the lady doctor they met the other day they came. They
soon saw her, went to her and they exchanged pleasantries.
“You came to see Dr
Obi?” she asked them.
“Yes,” Mabel
replied.
“Officially or
unofficially?”
Cynthia looked at Mabel, wondering
what the lady meant.
“Both,” Mabel said.
“Call him on phone
and tell him you are around,” the lady doctor said. “He will then tell me what
to do or tell you how long to wait. If I take you into his office now, these
people who have been waiting will chop off my head.”
“I understand. Let
me call him now.”
Mabel went a safe hearing distance
from where the people were and called Dr Obinna. He told her to wait a little
so he could attend to some more patients before he would call them in.
“He said we should
wait a little,” Mabel told the lady doctor when she was done with the call.
“Ok,” she replied.
“Where do we stay to wait?”
She
looked around inside the room. There was no sitting space so she took them to
another waiting room in the hospital, not far from Dr Obinna’s office.
“Don’t fail to call
us when he is freer,” Cynthia said to her.
“Ok,” she replied.
They sat
and waited. It wasn’t up to 20 minutes later, the lady doctor came to call
them.
“Dr. Obi is calling
you,” she said.
They
followed her straight to Dr Obinna’s office. After exchanging pleasantries, he
asked them to sit. They sat.
“How are you
feeling?” he asked Cynthia.
“Better,” Cynthia
replied. “Though whenever I try to lift something heavy, I feel pain.”
“Stop lifting heavy
things for now and you will be fine.”
“Ok.”
“Any side effect from the drugs?”
“Nothing serious.”
“Ok.”
“What about the
culture result?” Mabel asked him. “Is it out yet?”
“Yes it is,” he
replied. “When you called to say you were coming, I asked the lab people to
send it over.”
“Did it show
anything?”
He
opened a drawer and brought out a lab paper.
“This is it,” he
said. “I will file it together with other results when we are done.”
“Ok, so what does
the result show?” Cynthia asked, a bit tensed.
“Nothing much.”
“Meaning there is
something,” Mabel said.
He told them the culture showed
moderate growth of a particular bacterium which attacks the urinary tract and if
not promptly and properly treated, affects the kidney.
“Ok,” Cynthia said.
“So what do I do?”
“It is sensitive to
the antibiotics you are already taking. By the time you are done with the
drugs, it should have cleared. So there is no cause for alarm.”
“Wow. Thanks a lot. That’s
a huge relief.”
“Just continue with
your drugs. Remember you have to keep up with the massage and observing correct
posture, to deal with the back pain.”
“Ok. Thanks.”
“Alright. That
should be all.”
He
wanted to ring his bell so the lady doctor would send in the next patient but
Mabel stopped him.
“Dr. Obi wait,” she
said. “I have a complaint.”
“Ok,” Dr Obinna
said. “What is it?”
Mabel
told him how she felt the previous day and all she took. She didn’t tell him
anything concerning the heartbreak and the incident that happened. Dr Obinna
clerked her.
“Let me check you
out,” Dr Obinna said when she was done with the questions.
He told her to lie on the couch,
then he mildly felt her abdomen. When he was done, he asked her to sit up.
“When was the last
time you saw your period?” he asked.
Mabel’s
heart skipped.
“I have not seen it
this month,” she answered, a bit tensed.
“Is it possible that
she is…” Cynthia began to say.
“Cynthia!” Mabel
called her harshly.
“She is what?” Dr.
Obinna asked Cynthia.
Cynthia
kept quiet.
“Say what you wanted
to say,” He told Cynthia. “So I can know where to approach the issue from.”
Cynthia
looked at Mabel.
“She wanted to ask
whether I could be pregnant,” Mabel said.
“Hmm, have you been
having unprotected sex?” he asked.
“Maybe once or
twice,” Mabel said, lowering her head.
“I wonder why you
would take such a risk.”
“It was a mistake.”
“About being
pregnant, we will have to investigate that, though I really doubt it.”
“There should be
signs to show whether I am or not.”
“Pregnancy signs differ
and presents differently in different women. It is when we do laboratory
investigation that we will know for sure.”
“I can’t be
pregnant,” Mabel insisted and shook her head.
“Even if you are, it
is not the end of the world.”
The
lady doctor knocked and peeped in.
“Any problem?” Dr
Obinna asked her.
“The patients are
complaining that you are taking so much time sir,” she said.
“Tell them I am with
my younger sisters. I will attend to the next person in the next five minutes.”
“Ok sir.”
She
withdrew her head and Dr Obinna continued with Mabel.
“Do you have
pregnancy kit?” he asked her.
“No I don’t. What do
I need it for?”
“Ok. I will send you
to the lab. In less than 30 minutes, the result will be out, depending on how
busy they are.”
“Ok.”
Dr
Obinna called the lab and told them he was sending his sister and told them
what to do. Then he hung up. He wrote the test to be carried out on a paper and
handed it over to Mabel.
“I really doubt
whether it will be positive,” he said. “But get this done first.”
“Ok,” Mabel said. “Thank
you.”
Mabel
and Cynthia left the office. The patients looked at them sternly so they just
looked straight and walked past. When they got to the lab section, they met the
lab attendant who Dr Obinna sent them to. She was a matured woman, about the
age of Mabel’s mother.
“How many weeks are
you?” she asked, looking at Mabel.
“Weeks what?” Mabel
asked, puzzled.
“Pregnant.”
“How do you know I
am pregnant?”
“You look pregnant.”
(...to be continued)
Nedu Isaac
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