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.
Episode 3 on this blog, same time next week.
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