Showing posts from November, 2015

6YML: 6th year....

Let's rewind to 5th year. From the first day, you are all excited about your final class year, from listening to boring lectures to neptun wars, looking for placements for 6th year but as soon as that is over, the real work starts and it can be overwhelming.

I initially had plans to finish by June but as they say "Our plans aren't always God's plan". So I have decided to enjoy the final year as much as I can. I'm halfway through the rotation but it hasn't been as interesting as these last 2 weeks of my Pediatrics rotation at a hospital in Nigeria.
From my first day here, I've been treated so nicely, introducing myself as Dr Oluwo just feels as good as the day I got my admission letter into Dote, and actually working with patients directly instead of just observing.

Abeg let's even put that to one side and let me gist you about this colleague of mine at this hospital . So that's how jejely I went to get a key from his office and my guy just looked…

6th Year My Life (6YML):

So I flew from Osaka to Istanbul and from Istanbul to Budapest today. It was a good flight, they had good movies, good food and I had enough space to stretch out while sleeping. The Japanese are super polite, that was one thing I noticed upon returning to the western world, the manners are totally different.It was easy to be polite in Japan because everyone is polite, but in Europe: not so easy. Still I smiled today, when no one was smiling, I consciously decided to say hello and thank you, I'm sorry, excuse me, even if it didn't matter to the people I said it to, and even if they didn't  return the courtesy because that's the right thing to do. Ahh I hope I can continue this way, I think life is much more peaceful this way, when people are courteous to others and give consideration to others.


6th year my life (6YML): Morning Glory..Or Lack of.

The past 4 weeks have been impossibly hectic. Waking up every morning at 6:30am is not my thing..or anyone else's. Morning people; if you know one, or you are one, consider euthanasia because you are the bane of society, you are contemptible and in fact we can not continue with you, but I digress.
Csiba makes me nervous. I consider myself a proud igbo brother. In my mind's eye, I carry myself with gravitas befitting of the land east of the Niger. Dr Csiba reduces me to bumbling buffoon. Today I forgot how to pronounce "Ischemia". I am completely unable to complete a sentence , irregardless of how brief without the use of ehn's, ahem's and likes accompanied by a steady flurry of inappropriate, superfluous hand gestures .
My journey ends tomorrow. D-i and the other members of our inept posey will continue to carry the torch for us (they need nursing signatures).
"I have 99 problems but nursing isn't one"

@kaiserVirtuoso . old soul in a whi…


*please just insert Adele's voice singing hello*
I'm not even going to over think writing on this my blog. I told Ebi I was going to start today so I'm making the move.

Hello, I've been away for so long. At one point I re-read my first post, looked for clues and tried to re-structure (on paper but actions speak louder than words) See eh, I'm here no...that's all that matters. Sebi?
I'm one with a ready I apologise to my Father, myself and you...and really, I'm sorry.

In other news: aunty Adele can sing oh...kai!