THINK HORSES NOT ZEBRAS
I woke up around 2am that Sunday breathless, with pain on inspiration. For a week prior to that, I had been coughing with a sore throat and unlike the typical Nigerian, I had not tried any medications. I had had previous bouts of similar symptoms which subsided on their own, a pointer to a viral infection of some sort. All I had to do was rest, take lots of water and fruits and rest again. This morning though, it seemed…