Still Proud to be Kenyan.

I am back. Finally the CFA Exams came but it now appears that it came with it its fair share of unfortunate occurrences.

First and foremost, the place that I was working at before I requested a study leave went under. I had a very understanding boss who appreciated the amount of time that CFA needed and accorded me the time I needed by allowing me to work on my own hours. But with the shipment of my CFA books to the wrong place and the time lapse before I finally got them reshipped, I could no longer work on as we had agreed and needed to go away to study full time, which I did. But in that time, the place went under for reasons I cannot disclose here. And now that CFA is over, I am out of a job, and worse seems to be lining up.

In addition to the hassle of looking for a new job, I have discovered that I might be sick, or I am on my way there.

The last time I got sick was a long time ago, when I was in primary school and I still remember how shocked I was when it happened. “How the hell did this happen? What is this?       I don’t get sick!” That was my reaction on realizing that I was actually sick. Prior to that single incidence, I had no recollection of the last time I got sick and neither did my mum. My big bro thought that I was faking my anger and went ahead to tell me off. That was when my mum told him that it was true, “Marvin never gets sick”. It is with that in mind that I have never cared much for hospitals nor medicines. I am healthy, or so I thought.

As I read late into the night during the two months that I had immersed myself in the CFA books, I noticed a strange pattern but I was too tired to read much into it. But now that CFA has come to pass, it hit me that I may actually be sick, the bad kind of sick. I have been visiting the lavatory too much because these days I piss more than usual. I was resting for the better part of last week and in that time, I recalled something that I had either read or heard. Is it true that if one passes urine too frequently, it is a credible sign of diabetes kicking in? The prospect scares me though it makes sense in light of one of my acquired habits.

Close to three years have passed since I gave sugar up and it was not such a big deal as people have made it out to be. I was with my cousins and they challenged me to drink tea without sugar. I drank it and could not stand sugar thereafter (it was that sudden, never gradual). Tea or coffee with sugar makes me want to puke and nowadays I won’t touch sugar with a 100 foot pole. But that seems to be what has brought me this problem/disease. From the little biology that I studied in high school, and from watching some episodes of House, diabetes is caused by lack of (enough) sugar in the body. The needles (insulin) scare me more than the diabetes itself.

Here is what’s funny; they say that Diabetes is a rich man’s disease and here I am, out of a job and potentially diabetic. Irony in its purest form…

Things get worse…

Though I am the second born in our Family and lately, I have been feeling the family weight increasingly being placed on my shoulders. My parents, without spelling it out are making it known that there are things that they will no longer be able to do and need me to rise to the occasion. Given what I have already written above, it is obvious that quite a number of things are not going my way. I have just had a candid talk with my dad and never before have I felt this much pressure. And I thought CFA was hard?

Have we all been here?

Serina! Could this be diabetes? I will be visiting the Doctor soon but I would appreciate a heads up on what to expect. Prepare for the worst (might be there already) and hope for the best… is that how the saying goes?

Oh! As if that is not enough, I am also having girlfriend and ex-girlfriend issues (you don’t wanna know.) Damn misfortunes! They are like chicken; they come home to roost, but for how long?

This may also be a sign of a new beginning, a fresh start of sorts. If so, it is a Baptism of fire indeed, and I am way in too deep. One foot in front of the other, a step at a time, I will get out of this quagmire. That is me… I never stay down and I am never out. Any progress and obstacles will be posted…