THE HOUSEJOB CHRONICLES: CHAPTER 7C: O & G

PREAMBLE

Welcome here again…

This has been a ride and our bus may soon stop….

Before it does, let us have more story telling.

Ready?

Let’s ride in…

DREAM FULFILLED

Remember I told you that I wished to do many episorrhaphies.

I was able to do until my hearts content.

This was my first attempt: The registrar on ground was handling other emergencies and a mother had gotten an episiotomy (a surgical cut to help deliver a baby), and she need to have an episorrhapy (the repair of an episiotomy using sutures). He saw my eagerness and after showing me the steps he had taken, he allowed me to tie the knot.

Now, I had assisted twice in the past not with episorrhapies but with other suturing procedures.

On my next call, after a long night of staying awake, I had an opportunity to do another. I was unable to complete it because I got stuck at a point due to the pool of blood at the site, so I waited for my registrar to come before I handed over and watched him complete it.

The next two times, I did it confidently and I was proud of my final look. It was neat and well done.

The next time I sutured, I did three within the same day and the last two I did were done when I was quite exhausted but gratefully they all went well.

Now, this was what I did during my surgical procedure, after explaining to the patient and getting their consent, I administered local anesthesia to help with the pain then I maintained a friendly rapport with them to distract them from the procedure. I could understand that it was uncomfortable and I wanted them to feel at ease as possible. With some patients, I discussed different topics and even got ourselves laughing at some parts discussed. They were patient with me and after I was done, they were grateful. I was never in a haste and made sure that I did not leave any surface to be sutured open.

I was happy that my seniors were confident allowing me suture without supervision and at the end of my posting, I got the highest grade in that section for the procedure.

C.S ASSISTANT

Caesarean section is a surgical procedure that is aimed at helping a pregnant woman deliver a baby. It is not the recommended way to deliver a child, however it is a life saving procedure for a pregnant woman who is at risk of complications with vaginal delivery. For some women, it is safer to have a caesarean section than to go into labour.

It was my dream to assist during this rotation. I had assisted in the past but not in this facility I was in. It was an opportunity that was not easily accessible in my unit as a house officer.

The first opportunity I thought I got was lost die to a misunderstanding with my senior and the next came and I was almost not going to do it.

Like I was the one who prepped patient and to get the opportunity to still assist was not easy to have. Finally, I was given the opportunity and it was one of the most breathtaking experience I had. I loved that I assisted for this particular caesarean section was unique and it was not as smooth as the other ones I had observed. The baby was in an abnormal position and we had to employ our hands to deliver him safely. I loved that I assisted and that it turned out successful. The patient who was initially afraid to have the procedure went home happy and sound.

The remaining opportunities I would have had were halted by a strike.

THE END OF THE ROTATION

I did not have any other exciting experience afterwards and the strike dragged until I was done.

I was still coming to work but the patients to be seen were few until they were no longer coming. The strike was held by the medical professionals that were neither doctors or nurses and then by the non-medical professionals. Aside from the extra procedures I missed, I was satisfied by my experience. It had been bearable and I was able to learn the things I wanted to learn.

Last day

To celebrate, a fiend sent me this

THE END?

Nah….

I will share one more part with you and then I’ll wrap up this series.

If you’ve been enjoying this then you’ll like the next thing I’ll share to wrap up this series.

Until next post, stay safe and God bless.

#W.O.L.A.P

THE HOUSEJOB CHRONICLES: CHAPTER 4B: PAEDIATRICS

In the last part, I ended it with a hanging sentence.

I will continue it here.

Now, even though the emergency unit was the first point of contact for all the patients before dispersing them to appropriate units, it remained a place where some patients remained for a while under care even though they were no longer in an emergency state.

The emergency was a bubbling space and attention was needed frequently.

Gratefully, I worked with people I enjoyed and eased work sometimes.

But there is an aspect I am yet to talk about and it is part of the reasons the previous part was ended on a hanging sentence.

HERCULEAN CALLS

The calls in pediatrics were not a joke. They were the main reason that this unit was exerting.

Now, it was one thing to be in the emergency unit and another to continue a call there. It felt like a continuous journey with small spaces to breathe.

Being on a call in the children emergency unit also involved being in charge of the wards and hands were few.

Two house officers manning about 4 wards plus incoming emergency cases

Children being children could be demanding and their lines difficult to site. One had to be mindful and careful when attending to them and hence despite the bulk of patients to see, one could not rush processes with children.

It was hard to have a proper blink at night.

And this will not stop the fact that one had to be ready the next morning to continue work as usual excepted to be fresh and properly composed.

On some of the nights, the calls from the ward were excessive and sometimes uncalled for, however despite that one still needed to be available.

Sometimes, attention was needed in several places and the tension caused one to be on the edge.

Yet one had to maintain composure because everyone would be on edge at that point and as the doctor you had to be the least person on edge.

VAMPIRE?

On my calls, I did so many blood transfusions that I felt like a vampire.

There was a call that I did about three blood transfusions almost simultaneously and at the same time my attention was being called to attend to incoming patients. My colleague was attending to a critical in one of the wards and I had to attend to the different demands placed on me.

Transfusing blood products meant giving premedication and then monitoring to avoid reaction and also keeping vital signs in check.

With children, extra attention was needed and in times where I was attending to many children I still needed to pay attention to the ones I was transfusing making sure the transfusion went smoothly.

There was an incidence I had of transfusion reaction where the child began coughing when the transfusion started. I was transfusing platelets and was almost done with the first bag to commence the next one when the child began to to cough. I immediately stopped the transfusion. Commenced intravenous fluids, steroids and observed. a senior colleague was standing by to monitor then afterwards the coughing subsided and was relieved. we waited for about 20 minutes before commencing the second transfusion to which the patient did not react to.

This experience scared me because I had never experienced a reaction in all of the transfusions I had administered but once again it stressed the importance of paying close attention and observing patients during the first 10 minutes of commencing transfusion as that was a crucial time in notice transfusion reactions.

But this was not the unit I did more calls…

Talking about calls, the neonatal ward was a different ball game but that would be a story for another part…..

On one of those days….

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I missed last week and I hope to cover up with a post this week.

If you are enjoying this series, kindly let me know and until next part, continue to stay safe and God bless.

#W.O.L.A.P

THE HOUSEJOB CHRONICLES: CHAPTER 3

So I had one week to rest before starting a new posting.

I wanted to stay at the place but on a request to travel instead, I decided to and that was a good decision I made.

For context I am not a fan of travelling

Travelling and being with people that were like family was therapeutic. It served as an opportunity to meet up with a close friend.

During this break I had the opportunity not to think about work and just rest, relax and have a warm time.

But…

Before long, it was over and I had to return to the new posting.

Now, the purpose of the break was to prepare for the next posting and I was only able to use three days out of it. The remaining days were used to travel and then prepare my ward coat. The day I returned, rain fell and beat me to it.

I will confess that for this part I thought I had something profound to share but realized that whatever it was I have forgotten but I will share something on Medium.

Okay here it is:

READ HERE

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Put your comments down as well…

See you in the next part….

Stay safe and God bless..

#W.O.L.A.P

THE HOUSEJOB CHRONICLES: CHAPTER 2D: SURGERY

My next posting in surgery was in Urology. I had been hoping to join the unit because I had a sense of familiarity with it. It was calmer than my previous 3 units. At some point we had only one patient and I did not get to experience any emergencies during my call hours. I met the house officer I worked with in pediatric surgery and since we already had a good flow, we continued from where we stopped.

The wards were calm but the clinics were the opposite. Aside from seeing patients, one of the most important part was to pass, change and remove catheters. These had to be done within the clinic hours.

Now most of the people that were for these procedures were elderly male patients and hence, extra caution had to be applied. Overall the process of doing these procedures had to be done carefully to avoid more damage to the patient.

The interesting part of this experience was the caliber of the people who came to be seen. It made me realize how fragile health can be humbling. Despite the positions some of these patients held or the importance of their place in their fields, they had to humble themselves for me to respond to their needs. This did not mean I did not respect their privacies or their person, however they were respectful of my position despite the gap between us.

I had an interesting experience in this unit. I got along with almost everyone except one person but I did not mind much because the person was not among the most important persons and all I had to do was limit my contact and stand my ground when necessary.

All through my rotation in surgery, I never took a picture of myself mainly because it slipped from my mind and also because I was conscious of protecting the privacies of the patients I was interreacting with. However, I was approaching my last day in this unit and one of my seniors asked me to assist him in a hydrocelectomy. I hoped that I would get a picture at least and that was when my colleague took pictures without me having to ask.

In Urology unit, I felt smart because I was able to answer most of the questions I was asked. I enjoyed the nurses as well, they were the first set I had a warm relationship with and that synergy helped make my work faster and easier.

I spent two weeks in this unit but it was the fairest I had had so far and I was able to even make my hair after weeks of not being able to. I was even able to have naps few times.

It was time to move on to my last unit in Surgery.

SPINEFUL

The last unit I went to was Orthopedic and it had three firms: A, B, and C. The first two firms were busy and the last was the calmest. I was put in C.

I felt paradoxical about it because I wanted to be in a unit I could learn and not in a unit that was lazy. Most of the times, they did not have a house officer due to the limited patients in the ward.

Interestingly, the clinics were long but our patients were never much. I think what contributed was that we had interactions with neurosurgeons.

Firm C was the spine unit.

Most of my patients were elderly and interestingly I got along with older patients. They could throw tantrums like children and needed some firmness yet with respect. I communicated well with them and I was able to give feedbacks that were necessary.

I got along with my seniors. Sometimes, I felt they were demanding, stretched or simply inconvenienced me but we still got along. They did not hesitate to also teach me eagerly.

My calls in this unit was calm as well. It was not draining and I rarely had emergencies or calls from the ward. This unit allowed me to rest and I had three weeks of it.

The nurses I met in this unit were as helpful just like in my previous unit and it made my work easier.

The clinics were interesting, most of our patients came with complaints of back pain, were being managed as cases of degenerative diseases, metastatic malignancies to the spine, compressive spine conditions, post surgical cases.

At the end of my time in this unit, one of my seniors said “I commend your diligence, attention to details and most of your gentility in the face of hardship”.

I was not expecting this feedback and it really touched me to know that I was observed well and even when I was stretched my response was observed which were not faked.

It made a lot of things make sense because there were times I felt that certain things were extra for me but I was able to respond in a controlled way.

This taught me to do my work well and even when my seniors appeared to be unreasonable, it should not deter me from doing the right thing. This did not mean I did not speak up when I felt I was pushed to the wall but as much as possible I did my part.

I had one week to rest before starting the next posting. This was my first holiday and I had not made up my mind where or how to spend it.

But before I tell you to wait for the next part, let me share some things that helped me cope in my surgery posting.

HOW I COPED WITH SURGERY POSTING

This part would not be complete without telling you how I coped.

So feeding was difficult because I found it hard to cook frequently and I am a fan of eating out. There was call food but finding time to eat frequently was also difficult. I survived anyway, cooked more when I was in calmer units.

I also had a close friend with whom I shared my difficuties with and this was quite therapeutic in helping me unburden my heart.

My parents called to always encourage me and this was refreshing. I did not take for granted. My experience was not alien to them because they had experience in the medical field and they gave me advices that was helpful.

Then there were my siblings and other non medical friends with whom the interactions gave space from the stressful times.

Then there were my colleagues that I worked with and we share our different experiences and this in itself was therapeutic.

Interestingly, I never participated in any extra social activities and did not watch movies in this posting.

I was unable to frequent church but gratefully, I had Bible studies online and also regularly attended online services. This really helped me to maintain my connection with God. At some point I was finding it difficult to do morning devotions until I had to be strict on myself and gratefully my morning devotions became more consistent.

I joined a Medical Christian organization before I started house job and this was a great outlet in helping me continue a consistent fellowship with God despite my busy schedules. I was able to have Bible studies and listened to sermons as well.

N.B I will share more on this in coming parts of this series.

This posting was tight that I was unable to keep up with blogging in an organized manner. I was only able to put up few podcasts (which I am grateful I was able to do).

My first posting was down and I thought I had learnt enough to help me do better in the next posting but was that true? Was I ready for the next posting?

I felt disorganized but fulfilled. I had enjoyed my first posting with hopes I was going to gain some balance in the coming months but was I correct?

Or was I being unrealistic?

You will know the answer to these questions in coming parts.

Until then, stay safe and God bless you.

#W.O.L.A.P

INTRO TO THE HOUSE JOB CHRONICLES

Hello!

I am back again with another series and as you can read from the title, I will be sharing the current stage of my life with you.

Mind you, this not as fresh as it should be but I will pick very important and interesting aspects of my journey and share with you.

I have learnt so much in recent months and from my experience, I believe you will be blessed by what God has been teaching me.

I wanted to start this series when I began this journey but I am starting months after.

This series is for everyone (I have to say that), so share with your people✌

With that being said, there is a possibility that it may be shared as alternate posts. However, it will be made in a format you can access easier with time.

Kindly, check out my shop, podcast, vlog and other posts shared on this space.

Until then, stay safe and God bless.

#daughterofabba

30 Days of Intentionally Seeking God: Day 27

Preamble

3 days to the end of this series.

Thank God.

I will confess: My battle today and often most of the days is against distractions.

Social media

However, I was there for a good purpose but got side-tracked. Now here I am confessing to you.

Lets ride in…

As usual

Strawberry🍓

I love this berry. I love the flavour.

Icecream! Vanilla and strawberry are my favourites

It is sour yet when combined with milk (another very favourite), it is a blast! It is one of my comfort foods.

I love strawberry. The fragrance too.

Strawberry. Strawberry 🍓

But it is not easy to always get. For a long time I did not purchase it.

Like very long

Mainly because of the price, availability and me not setting my heart to get it.

However, recently, some weeks ago I was able to purchase it at a good price.

So I thought

I was very happy. Finally, I could enjoy strawberry🍓!

I went home feeling very pleased with myself and enjoyed the packet of iced strawberries for a week.

Weeks after.

Around 2 or 3? I think 2

I went to another supermarket and picked the same packet of strawberries, confident that I already knew the price sibce the price was not indicated.

Beep beep

She called out the price. It was far cheaper than I expected.

Like seriously?

I looked at the strawberries. They were not different from the ones I bought before. The same size. The same brand.

Ah ah…how come?

I left feeling strange. I was happy I got it at a good price but my heart returned to how I felt when I bought it before.

Omo! It is cheap oh

And now I was thinking

Omo! It is cheaper oh

Strawberries……

Not so fast

Don’t be quick to close a door God opened.

Don’t be quick to give your consent without hearing the full deal.

Don’t be quick to finalize the process before it ends.

Don’t be quick to give up before the results come out.

Sometimes being fast is not good

Because you got it first does not mean you got the best.

Because you finished first does not mean you finished well.

Beacause you had advantage does not mean that everything will go well.

Don’t conclude before the matter ends

I love the top but with many years of my life gone, my perspective has been transforming better.

What I see sometimes is limited to what the whole picture represents.

What lenses are you using?

Stop deceiving yourself 4

Twice. Thrice.

Fourice?

Your eyes may be weak

Are you seeing all the colours?

When I create an abstract art, I allow the viewers to see what they want to and only few people have gotten close to my original perspective for the art. Sometimes, I get deeper perspective from those who have keen eyes for art.

Stop deceiving yourself, your perspective is not always better.

Sometimes you don’t even know what you saying.

How much do you know?

Because you did it before does not mean it will work out again.

The first time was by chance not because you were smart enough

Stop deceiving yourself. Because God chose to ignore what you did does not mean it was not wrong.

You cheated and got the best. You stormed your way through and got the best.

You did mago mago and got hailed

Then you gave testimony in the church or to others:

“Praise the LORD fellow brethren and sisthren, my wonderful Jesus gave me this promotion. It is all by God’s grace, only God. Everybody praise the LORD”

Be deceiving yourself. God is watching you and shaking His head

Anyway, it is His grace and favour that is still keeping you so that you can still repent.

Take it easy

Remain in God.

I am in this stage so I am not just writing for writing sake

Hold God tight.

Wrap all your dream and hopes on God.

Take it easy with all the mago mago and jumping here and there.

At the end, what will be left of you?

What are you are even doing now?

Resting in God is not easy.

Haba in these times? Running crazy is easy

But as I open my eyes everyday, I am faced with the decision to still trust God for many things and remain sane.

At this point, my best advice is Trust God

Follow God’s pace.

Step by step

PraYer

LORD, I thank you for today. Thank you for everything. Thank you for my life. Help me to trust your method and style of doing things. Help me to rest in your plans. Help me to sincerely give testimonies of what you have done in my life and not force things my way. Help me to remain sane. In Jesus name I pray. Amen

ConclusioN

I confessed in the preamble and the internet network punished me by hooking while writing this post.

I am literally struggling to beat time and it is still hooking

I am done with the post. Thank God 😁😁

Kindly share to others.

Stay safe and God bless.

#daughterofabba

Blogmas 2: Day 14

Preamble

….

Rush hour……

Let’s dive in

Phobia

As we took a walk to the bus station, we came across dogs barking ahead of us.

She stopped in her tracks and mumbled that she was scared.

With confidence, I told her that the dogs were not harmful. They were probably barking at something else and would not mind us.

“No, I don’t like them. I am afraid”

“Don’t worry, they do not do anything. See their owners”

“Okay, let’s past here fast”

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you” I said laughing

She shared her reason for her phobia and it coincided with mine that I was getting over with.

Years ago, as a child I got pursued by a stray dog and that incidence made me terrified of them.

Whenever I saw a dog, I would expect the worst which meant they would bite me!

After that incidence, I had experienced other annoying dogs who would bark fierciously without attacking and it increased my fear of them.

The few times I experienced milder dogs were few and so I always avoided dogs whenever I had the chance.

Over the years, the phobia has weighed down and I am not as anxious as I used to be. Hence my confidence at comforting my friend.

We all have something we are afraid of or that we do not like.

I love cats so much but there are a lot of persons around me who don’t and their main reason is because they fear them or find them uncomfortable.

When they share with me, they’ve had previous experiences that were not nice around cats.

By the way, I love videos of animals so much and I don’t mind having a cute dog in the future too

Phobia can also present itself in other ways but whatever makes us anxious to the point we cannot participate in or enjoy can be a phobia.

Let’s define a phobia..

A phobia is an irrational fear of a thing, animal place or situation that is recognised by the individual.

The key word is irrational

Several factors contribute to the development of phobia but the main factor is association with negative experiences.

We fear what we have associated with a negative and terrifying experience.

And once this happens, the brain will function in a defensive mode to prevent us from being harmed by making us to avoid such situations.

Nobody is born with a phobia, it develops because of a reason.

And in that sense if the original reason for the phobia is handled the mentally, the individual can overcome the phobia.

Encouraging verses I will share today are:

Psalms 27:1  The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the LORD is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? (KJV) 

I love this chapter in the book of Psalms. Whenever I read it, I experience the strength in the encouragement and confidence that it expresses. It states that with God by our side, we do not need to fear.

God is greater than our fear

David understood fear because he had faced many stressful conditions from a young age. From his encounters with wild animals while tending his father’s sheep to facing the giant Goliath, to facing armies then to facing King Saul who was bent on killing him, David lived 13 years of his life under huge pressure.

But David had confidence in God to save Him because He had confidence in God’s word and in who God was to him.

His relationship with God was a strong factor in upholding him when fear was setting in and this can be found in most of the Psalms he wrote during those moments.

A relationship with God matters all the time

Isaiah 41:10-13  Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.
 Behold, all they that were incensed against thee shall be ashamed and confounded: they shall be as nothing; and they that strive with thee shall perish.
 Thou shalt seek them, and shalt not find them, even them that contended with thee: they that war against thee shall be as nothing, and as a thing of nought.
 For I the LORD thy God will hold thy right hand, saying unto thee, Fear not; I will help thee. (KJV) 

In the above passages, God reassures us that He is with us.

With God fear is dismantled

The theme of fear is so super frequently mentioned in the scriptures that it is hard to read a book without coming across it.

God is intentional about dealing with our fears because fear breeds ground for doubt and doubt is a contender of faith and faith is our currency with which we recieve from God.

Without faith, we cannot believe

To trust God is to have faith in God.

To trust God’s word is to have faith in His word.

Now to you

What are you afraid of?

How have you dealt with it?

N. B Some certain phobias will need therapy. However, most phobias can be dealt with by confronting them most times in a gradual way.

Your thoughts are welcomed

Stay well and blessed

#fromamedicalstudentfaraway

Poetic Days 2

Preamble

In life, there are a lot of things we do not plan that happen to us.

Some of them are exciting

Some of them are terrifying

Some of them are interesting

Some them create a spark, that ignites us beyond our imagination……

And most of these times, they came looking for us.

Why it started

I had seemed to turn the library to my new home. The dozing almost making my eyes almost pulling out my sockets. I struggled to keep them open, the new songs I had just downloaded were keeping me so calm within.

Cycles by Jonathan McReynolds, Aka Jehova by Gabriel Ezeshi.

Cycles most especially was the one thumping as I struggled to concentrate my sleepy eyes.

I wondered angrily why the sleep, as to my knowledge I had had a good sleep. At least sleep for six hours was unusual for me. My night sleep had a retained a constant of 5hours or less.

The Famished Road by Ben Okri was beside my microbiology, pathology and pharmacology. I had been reading the book for a week because I couldn’t take it out of the library and the book is a big book. I had searched the internet to get it for free but unfortunately couldn’t so I had to make use of my time in the reading hall to read some pages as a refreshing therapy when I got tired of reading the medical books.

After two hours of struggling, a prayer, my eyes began to shine; only that the aftermath of the dozing had left my eyes aching.

After some good hours of reading and enjoying the HIV talk. I stopped for a break with my big novel beside my other books.

It was an old book. Written some 29 years ago, I loved the old smell and the cover of the book, the title and the narrative. The book was so poetic, full of humor, magical, mysterious, real life tales. I put it down to continue with my medicals.

It was almost library time over. I didn’t like to be told to go. So I summarised my reading, happy for the meaningful time I had spent.

I decided to read another chapter, it made me laugh in muffled tones, I loved the puns, the writing style. I loved the book because it inspired me to be creative,more creative. It had been long I enjoyed an African book, it had been long I read one, it had been long I read a big book that was not Christian.

My music made me tap and almost shake, good I was in a far dark corner even though there were others there, I just loved the seclusion there. It was getting to the end of the chapter I was reading and my mood changed. It had gotten emotional and tears gathered in my sockets, I couldn’t cry, people were there. I wished I was in the confines of my room. My imaginative mind had gotten quite the picture as I still took photo shots of the pages.

I stood up to go home. My mind in full thoughts. It was always full whenever I finished my daily episode of the novel. I made my way to the public transport close to the school gates, my mind still thinking of Azaro the protagonist and his family and his father and his mother.

Public bus was not luxury, there was even a gaping hole in the floor of the one I entered. Men had to shift to one corner as I highlighted.

The Sun was so bright and it was already evening, I tried to capture it with my hands as usual because I felt it was boasting too much on my face.

I am creative because my mind was already bursting with ideas even as I rode the bus and even as I came down. I was always in tboughts, thoughts I wished I could replicate exactly on paper. They were so poetic thoughts, words carved so sweetly. Reading Famished Road made me feel it deeper, the writer was just too creative.

I tried buying Okra. I had seen it yesterday but pushed it to today. I wanted to buy it today. Unfortunately, just like last week,it was finished. I groaned. I had planned to make a pot of soup. I had already planned that. After recuperating from the thought of not seeing the green bud. I decided to buy bananas and groundnuts. I had been craving for more than a week for that. I had even eaten it yesterday. Again, banana was finished. I groaned again. I had potatoes and my mind had already planned it as a default in case any unwanted no-banana situation presented itself. I bought a bottle of my favorite bottled water and youghurt. They will do, my stomach was not a drum and thank God I had a three week old frozen fish in the deep freezer.

My time will come, I told myself. My creativity was not given to me for nothing. It is a passion and I will keep at it. My time will come, I will get the acknowledgement I deserve. I will just keep writing, singing, being creative. It made me glad, happy, fulfilled. It was a work, job I had given myself. To be keep my mind sane and my time useful, I was made of dust and one one day my breath taken away.

A Note for this part

There are moments when we are inspired to the point of feeling liking inflated ballons.

That book did that to me at the time I read it. It created a spark that affected my interest in poetry. It made me love and appreciate poetry more than ever.

But……

I am still learning. I have so much to learn.

If you observed any tone that seemed egostical, it was the euphoria that I was experiencing.

I believe and love my works but at the same time, I am still growing.

Meanwhile you can click here to check books on this blog: https://sweetrose2blog.wordpress.com/books/

#fromamedicalstudentfaraway

Y. O. L. O✌

Preamble

I said somewhere that ✌ is my currently most popular emoji..

This may not be your first time encountering this eponym but today, I”ll share my view.

Emojis are my thing.

You only live

Or?

Leave.

So many people are alive but are not living.

They are already numb to the aesthetics of their environment.

Once

I will say twice.

Once before death. Twice after death

Things to be done

It is beautiful how topics for January are co-related.

This topic goes in line with Procastination, the second topic for this year.

There are things you need to do, have to do, and want to do but you are not doing them…..

Scratch that

There are things you are supposed to do

Don’t scratch anything. Unscratch the scratched one. I am still saying the same thing

You are not doing them because you think you have time

But time does not have you

Thrills. Adventures.

Do you like exploring?

Or

Do you love routine?

Or

Do you love what you want depending on spontaneous emotions?

Or

No other options available

What adventure have you been wanting to do?

Y.O.L.O so….

Live now.

Do it right.

Live right.

Have sight.

Make impact.

Stand right.

Take strides.

Fight right.

This was taken from inside a moving vehicle on the streets of Khartoum. There are more beautiful paintings like this and I finally took this one after several encounters with it

Y.o.l.o so

Have sense, common sense.

Understand yourself.

Know why you are existing.

Be intentional.

Eat right.

Let go of bad habits.

Love truely.

Embrace love.

Have hope.

Cherish faith.

Y.ol.o so

Dance.

Take that photograph.

Eat that food.

Do that plan.

Sing that song.

Take good naps.

Y.ol.o so

Love God

Psalms 90:12 So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.

King James Version

I know that Y.OL.O is mostly used to encourage crazy behaviours or adventures but I have taken it to mean : Doing life the right and healthy way without regrets at the end of the day.

What it mean for you?

January has 31 days….

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MY FIRST ALCOHOL EXPERIENCE😆😆

It has been long but thankfully, I am back😁😁.

I used to wish to be funny but now I dont struggle anymore because to be funny can be anything.

Sorry for just talking anything. I just wanted tk say that some humans have told me I was funny some few times😂😂.

Okay, as a writer I should know how to write humour😂😂.

If you have been a follower of this blog, maybe some have been funny😸😸.

I will share a true life story, make sure to learn🐩🐩

Kaja! (let’s go in Korean. My Korean is improving🙈😻)

DISCLAIMER: I dont take alcoholic drinks. Medically and according to my personal beliefs, I refrain from it.

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I can remember that day, and it makes me laugh because my longer throat got me into a situation. Well to clear fats and facts, my longer throat occured only at home😅😅😂😂.

Especially when father bought ice cream, I would finish mine first and fast, then watched and begged my little sister who scooped hers meticulously waiting until everyone finished theirs before she ate hers. I had no such patience, and did not mind her tease of calling me beggi-beggi😂😂🙄🙄

So on this amazing day, a neighbour brought us a drink as a gift, for what I did not know so I cannot even remember. She was aware of my parents exceptions on types of drinks they could take but I wonder why she offered us that drink. It had a fruit designed package, black. The name was Don Simmon.

My mother distributed the drinks in cups and gave us to drink, including herself. My siblings complained it was bitter and so refused to continue drinking it. I quickly asked them to give it to me. I was going to drink them all!🐳🐬

I gulped down about three cups, and wiped my mouth (of course). “It is not even that bitter” I said to my longer throat self😂😂😂😂

Few minutes later. I started feeling dizzy and nauseous. I could not maintain my balance. My mother also felt the same way, and that was when we realized that the drink gift was not normal. We checked the pack and realized it was alcoholic😆😆. The fruits designed on it had given it away as a fruit drink so we did not bother to check properly.

Another time, the same woman brought another alcoholic wine, and my parents told her to stop offering us such as they did not take drinks that were alcoholic🙄🙄

So there goes my unexpected experience. It happened more than 6 years ago😂😂😂😂
I said more than 6 years oh! Just imagine me and my big head behaving dizzy because of longer throat😂😂

Anyway, stay safe. Read labels. Check properly and kindly refuse what you do not appreciate, you are exercising your right to be yourself.

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Iced Tamarid😋

This amazing cool drink snack is one I buy when returning home from school😊😊

The vendors stay outside the school and give you in wrapped old newspapers.

I forget I am a medical student, forget about the possiblity of bad water being used to make it. I forget about the origin of the newspaper. I forget if there is a possibility that a fly ( I am a ninja that kills flies🗡😒) might have had a bath in it. I forget all….and just lick it to cool my head from the burning desert Sun.

My location is close to the Sun🌞☀

I also like the flavour- Tamarind…..

You can find some recipes I shared on my food blog for drinks using Tamarind.🍵You can find that at the end of the page.

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I hope you got something here…….

It would be a kind gesture for you to give others what they will appreciate, and not what is against their eating habits, or lifestyle🐭🐭

Have a great day! Hopefully more posts will come in

Just for your view😂😂

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