Could he be serotonin or acetylcholine, you ask?
Definitey not; despite the fact that he made them
Yet, as I took a stroll that morning
Careful about everything except the ‘nothing’ he asked that I be careful about,
And pouring out my heart to him-
My defeat and all,
He spoke to me
That eerie sense of peace, calm and direction
Did he do it by infusing inhibitory neurotransmitters?
Nah, I’m not doing this
‘Cos I don’t know the mechanism of its action
All I know, all I need,
Is the peace that I felt
He gave me peace and calmed my nerves
Medically correct-or not!
Week 2 Message to the Pre-Intern: don’t lose hope! Week 2, for me, was 2 months post-induction. This was when the wait began to sink in. You mean I’ve been home for two whole months? By now, I was literally chewing on my fingernails. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t scared of getting a space, but I certainly wasn’t confident about any place anymore. That is when I began to write this book. Today is the 12th of September and I sit at the dining table in my parents’ house, typing at 11:27pm (because well, I have an editing job to finish up, but mostly because I don’t have to go anywhere tomorrow morning). If I don’t want to, I don’t even have to take a bath tomorrow morning because well, I can stay indoors all day! (I most likely will stay indoors, except for those few minutes when I step out to buy hot akara for my akamu). I am spent. You know, I have applied to a couple of places now. Let me start with the first: LS Health Service Commission At the State Health servic...
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