By Ovundah Nyeche.
It was obvious I did not pray well that morning, I shook my head as I looked at the Accident and Emergency rooster. It was just 2pm and close to 8 patients were already referred to our team.
It was clear we had our work cut out, as the clock ticked, more patients were coming in. After seeing the patients assigned to me in the waiting-in room, I moved to one of the emergency wards to see another one, when someone called my name.
The way my name sounded, suggested the person would have known me for so long and was probably from my tribe. I turned to see who was greeting me and exchanged pleasantries with her.
I brought a patient she said and we have been here since yesterday. Tiredly I moved towards the patient, and as I moved close a peculiar smell hit my nostrils.
It was obvious the patient had a foot ulcer, but when I came closer I noticed it was actually both feet that were involved. One of the foot looked worse than the other and the patient really looked toxic.
I reached the team that was managing the patient and informed one of the doctors I knew the patient. A look at the treatment chart showed the patient had been given antibiotics, insulin, fluid and several other drugs.
It was also obvious the patient needed several blood transfusions and a review by the orthopaedic surgeons. Their recommendation was also very apparent. One of the feet was looking dangerous and the danger had to be removed.
The patient was later taken to the ward and the team managing the patient continued their good work. Out of demand I gave my number to the patient’s relative something I hardly do.
She called me on one of the nights to ask me of something and even before I called the managing team, one of them was already handling the situation.
The patient was then handed over to another team who were specialists in the particular disease the patient had and I told them to please abide with whatever instruction given to them and to cooperate with the team.
The caregiver smiled and nodded. I was happy I was playing my part not knowing I was still a learner and I was being played. And so days later I came back to the patient’s bed and it was empty and not only empty the mattress looked folded.
I felt heartbroken, in my department folded mattresses or empty beds with no mattresses are not good signs at all. So when I got home I called a doctor in that team to ask about the patient, expecting to hear the worse.
No I didn’t hear the worse, but the ridiculous. I heard the patient signed against medical advise. Ah ah, why na, thought they were cooperating. For where she told me.
It was then I discovered that the patient was initially verbally referred from a native doctor’s place. The patient had ‘marched poison’ and he had referred them to the hospital because according to him the patient had shortness of blood and would require blood transfusion and after the transfusion, he requested that they should come back for further treatment.
Curiously when they were in the hospital, they were more interested in the blood transfusion and when the team raised the patient’s blood level satisfactorily they signed against medical advice to go back to the native doctor.
Trust me I don’t know what to say.
In another news
People looking for ways to blame the devil, even when na only ludo in play for their head.
Na so person decide to commit in own suicide.
What do I even know? Not even one leg, 2 legs involved, this inability to hear word pass me.
Few months later, I saw the obituary poster of this patient.
Seeking for second opinion is not weakness
By Ovundah Nyeche
Pilate wanted to let Jesus go. So he made an appeal to the crowd again. But they kept shouting, “Crucify him! Crucify him!” Pilate spoke to them for the third time. “Why?” he asked. “What wrong has this man done? I have found no reason to have him put to death. So I will just have him whipped and let him go.” But with loud shouts they kept calling for Jesus to be crucified. The people’s shouts won out.
Luke 23:20-23 NIRV
The e-mob, the online offsprings of their ancestors who cancelled Jesus…the template is same…accuse anyone of anything…accuse a man you can’t get of rape and the mob shouts, ‘crucify him’… and willing accusers show up.
Accuse a pastor of rape and killing a girl in his church and the mob shout, bloooooood, blooood we need blood…it is true…that is where he gets his power from…and willing accusers type on social media…many times things not true.
Accuse a business entity of ‘kurukere’…and come all out…cancel them…they are cancelled…accuse a rich man of doing rituals…and the mob shouts burn, destroy, scatter, steal, kill destroy.
Have a heartbreak, get upset, accuse the alleged heartbreaker of ‘Wu Wu not take it’ …flash his or her number online and tell the mob, feed them with blood…shout bloooooood, shout attack and they all go out…with no evidence, no thought, no critical reasoning, no second opinion and they go for blood…and the cycle continues.
Seeking for second opinion is not weakness… patience is not weakness… temperance is not weakness…mercy is not weakness…it seems it is weakness…until you are in front of the mob…a cockroach in the gathering of chickens.
Ponder on these words
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Blue Tongues may spell danger.
By Ovundah Nyeche
The tongue sometimes tells a story…
When you go for a party or an outing and you see people’s tongue blue, it is likely a pointer that drinks are laced with Rohypnol.
Rohypnol is a tranquilizer ( drug used to relieve tension and anxiety) which is 10 times more potent than valium.
It some countries it is used as a sleeping pill.
Rohypnol also is abused as a recreational, or “club” drug, often in conjunction with alcohol to provide a high.
It is used in various forms including; crushing the pills and snorting the powder, sprinkling it on weed and smoking it, dissolving it in a drink or injecting it.
It is called in the streets; roofies, date rape, forget me pill amongst other names.
When drinks are laced with Rohypnol, the person who drinks it may not know as it is odourless and tasteless and because it is a strong sedative and also associated with amnesia the victim will not remember what happened, little wonder it is called forget me pill.
It is one of the commonest cause of surprise pregnancies in young people, especially when the only thing they can remember was that they went to a party or visited someone.
Choose your friends wisely and shine your eyes.
Drugs do not pay.
Stay away from drugs!
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Anger, a ‘D’ short of Danger.
By Ovundah Nyeche
I have seen sweet people turn to incredible hulk with little or no provocation, I have seen people who their anger is like bicycle, ‘e no dey hard to start’…yeah some of them believers too.
I have seen people leave a church program in high spirit, blessed and inspired and boom minutes later fight violently with other people, for almost no reason at all…I have seen people turn red with little or no provocation.
I have seen people have their weddings called off because of misplaced outbursts of anger publicly exposed due to the planning stress. I have seen brethren turn their wives to punching and kicking bags and I have seen wives turn their husbands to punching and scratching bags.
And many time help is closer than many people think.
It is good to pray and fast, make up and make decisions to change, but when it
‘Told in Gath, Proclaimed in the streets of Ashkelon— and the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, and the daughters of the uncircumcised triumph’ that you are an atomic bomb looking for where and on whom to explode, it is vital to seek help quickly.
Fortunately help is available, as you pray and fast, it is not unscriptural to seek medical help…to seek Psychiatric help…to begin cognitive behavioral therapy and medications where necessary.
Mental health issues are not wished away, or watered down by ice cream, a new bag, a gift, a hug or make up sex, alcohol or recreational drugs.
Seek help, before you destroy important pillars in your life.
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