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DOKITA




EPISODE 2

Dr. Ehis walked swiftly and confidently towards the woman.
‘E gbe wa’
 ‘E gbe si ori bed yen’
‘Nigba wo lo ti bere si n se giri?’ (When did this start?)
‘Nurse, please give me 5mg of IM Diazepam and pink/blue IV line’
He gave the injection. The child began to calm down.
He set up the intravenous access.
‘He motioned to Fola.
‘Guy, abeg help me withdraw Phenytoin.’
‘Errh…ok’
Fola was lost.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen or participated in the management of any patient with febrile seizures while in medical school but here he was…acting like a stupid fellow.
He shook his head.
Knowledge of Kasabach-Merritt or Beckwith-Wiedemann syndrome wouldn’t help him here.
He chuckled.
He withdrew the Phenytoin and gave it IV slowly.
The child had dramatically improved.
His phone was ringing. He searched his pocket. It could be the SR!
Uh…Bunmi???
Why was she calling him? He reminisced, his first love.
His heart skipped a beat. She had broken up with him 6 months ago and he vividly remembered that evening.
They had just finished fellowship and he was walking her to her hostel.
They were laughing over what Obinna had said his patient did to him, while she was in labour. She had almost even tore his shirt!
Suddenly, Bunmi had gotten tense and said that they needed to talk.
‘What’s up dear? Are you alright?’ He’d asked
‘Fola, I’ve been having this gnawing feeling for a while’
‘I don’t think this relationship can continue. I think I would like a break, at least, for now’
It felt like someone had kicked him in the stomach.
Somehow, though they were in the same group, he had managed to survive the last few months in medical school without a psychological breakdown.
Mummy had been asking of Bunmi, but he had found a way to just wave off her concerns about her not coming to visit.
Fola was still very hopeful.
Bunmi was his first, and only love…well, so far.
She was still the only one that had managed to creep into his heart.
Although he still felt like a fool for allowing himself to be drawn to someone that could just leave him after 4 years of being together.
He couldn’t pick her call now.
His phone vibrated. A text message.
‘Abeg, not MTN again’ he muttered. He had already received 2 MTN text messages today.
The image formed in front of his retina was unbelievable!
He shook his head, as if to balance the cerebrospinal fluid in his cranial cavity.
It read:
 ‘Hi Fola. Its Bunmi. Please, I need to see you hopefully, before the end of the day. I started housejob with Obstetrics and Gynaecology and I also heard you’re back here. Do you think we can meet?’
Fola smiled. Could it be that she wanted to apologize?
Maybe luck had finally smiled on him.
His pumpkin was coming home!
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Pharmacology class was the most boring class in the entire world. Haba! Mechanism of action of drugs everywhere. Structures nko? ‘That’s why I didn’t apply to study chemistry biko…’ Linda muttered to herself.
‘You, at the back…the lecturer motioned to her.’
‘Tell us the types of opioid receptors you know.’
‘Sir?’ He repeated the question
‘Ehmm…’ I can’t remember sir.’
‘I think you just weren’t paying attention.’
‘You see, doctors, you need to know all these things. Don’t think they are irrelevant to your practice.’
‘Well, a couple of them were indeed irrelevant.’ Linda muttered again.
Felix threw a pen at her.
She looked anteriorly and smiled. Then she whispered ‘Felix, if I give you upper cut ehn!’
Her boo boo.
Well…not really. They weren’t officially dating.
But he was her official class crush, or ‘crutch’ as she called him. She hoped he could say as much for her.
For now, she had to focus on Pharmacology lecture.
Not like she cared about Pharmacology, truly. She just needed to pass, and she needed to pass badly.
She couldn’t afford to add the burden of failing Pharmacology to her already plenty issues.
Dr. Faniran had called her to his office yesterday, before Block 1 results came out; along with 5 others.
They were the 5 at the bottom of the class.
‘What exactly is wrong?’
‘You guys need to buckle up if you do not want to repeat Pathology.’
‘Ok, so that will be the end of today’s class’
She had obviously succeeded in not paying attention, as usual.
Chemical Pathology class was the next.
She rolled her eyes. Even she knew better than the lecturer they were about to listen to. But he had the certificate, right?
As she stood up, a sharp pain tore through her lower abdomen.
‘Ah…ah…ah’
She tried to stabilize herself by holding onto the table.
‘Ah…..’
Felix rapidly came to her aid.
‘What is wrong now?’ Tolu chipped in
‘Pain, oh my God…my abdomen’
‘Oya, lets go to ER’. Felix offered.
There wouldn’t be Chemical Pathology class at least, she thought.
And then, she zoned off.

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