So the little-big-thing we looked at last is sleep; we’re still on the matter.
Some memories ehn, they just make you reassured that no matter what, God no go shame us. 😆😆 This is one of them.
It was the first day of the Part 1 MBBS exam(our first professional exam), and as the custom is we began with Anatomy theory.
The night before, I crossed t’s and dotted i’s over and again, but I still did not feel ready. Everywhere I turned there was a new material to jack or one strange information from a senior colleague tagged “important”, so I kept filling my head till 7am of the exam day.
Sitting on my bed (upbunk) my eyes were hurting and my vision became increasingly blurred as my head pounded, so I took off my glasses to rest for a bit, plugged in one of my recorded gross materials and leaned against the wall.
Of course you have an idea of what happened next. 😂
As always, the intention never comes through. I planned to shower by 7:20 and by all means make it to school by 8am.
Brethren and sisthren, to Jesus be my glory, for I awoke an hour and some minutes later and lo, the hostel was quiet.
I wondered what was going on.
Everyone had left for exams. My roommates, who coincidentally were my classmates too, amazing humans, had locked the door thinking everyone was out.
Thankfully, we all had a key, if not… Hehehe.
I became flash that day. 😂
Waking at 9am, I rushed to shower, got dressed, did the “Moore-road journey” and arrived in school at a time I do not recall. It was a grand entry. 😂
Everyone was seated already, papers had been shared and exams had started.
I was sent to a different hall to write as the invigilators suspected I was waiting for answers before turning up for the exams. 🤦
I wish that’s how my ordeal ended, though, because when I finally got my sheets, the whole Jack Bauer stunt I was pulling got to me: letters were dancing in my booklet, stuff was jumping inside my head and a host of other activities all at once.
I had to rest my head for a few minutes to settle my thoughts before I began writing. As always, God no dey shame us. 😁
It came out good, but…
That day I learned the hard way not to work myself into overdrive.
Don’t wait to learn the hardway. Schedule rest periods for yourself intermittently.
This week on #thelittlebigthingsthatmakeushealthy.
“I’m afraid we’ll have to take your right foot off. The orthopedic team will be around to see you shortly.” The senior reg. said as he walked away to another bedside. Fifteen minutes of history taking later and we’d arrived at the same confluence as with 60% of the patients. Papa had a wound, papa is diabetic; hasn’t been to the hospital in months, despite the doctor’s insistence on regular checkups. He googled “How to treat a wound that is not healing” on wiki how and went on with the said tips.
Two months later, his right foot is to be amputated.
Before you say “Not my portion.” remember the anti-malarial drugs you took two weeks ago and how when your body didn’t show any improvements you diagnosed it as typhoid, and went on to treat it.
Shullai tell you of the woman who came to the clinic with her diagnosis of thyroiditis, when all she was had was insomnia due to change of environment?
You know how these things are. Stop feeding your mind with fear sponsored by the internet’s ability to blow things out of proportion.
Make healthy choices. Always visit a physician for medication.
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