My greatest gift is one I will keep acquiring till the curtains of life fall down, when my act on this large stage called earth comes to an end (How I dread that day).That is, being that empathetic, warm handed, white coat wearing dude with a stethoscope ready to give you a smile when your sad and on some occasions inflict pain (think of injections and spirit on fresh wounds) all in an attempt to make you better. As I learn how the body works, what can go wrong and how to fix it, I’ve gained but a lot has been taken.
First my fear of the dead was taken when we walked into the cadaver room to appreciate the anatomy of the human body (I must say I was impressed by God’s design of the female fellas but thought a lot was left to be desired of the poorly chested male counterparts) and the little respect I had for dead bodies was dealt a great blow during the post mortem sessions
With time I realized I was losing my utter disgust for whatever comes from the human body and the different orifices from which they come as my finger gradually started finding its way up most of them.
I kind of feel awkward when my friends tell me; get prepared, its Thursday (Rock nite at steakout) and I have to turn them down cause of the seminar next morning. And when they talk of our routine Friday night at the link, am like “come on! The week was hectic brother; I need to have some rest. Besides I need to wake early and go home, it’s a month since I dropped by”
Ring! Ring! Incoming call, “hey it’s Linda. Long time”. Before I put down the phone Edger calls in, that’s when I remember its ages since I said wasap to Annette. Then I realize Brenda (the regular beeper) has ceased doing what she apparently does best.
10:45pm. Am rushing to the showers only to bump into a third girl(In a space of one week) entering Marvin’s room and am left wondering, is the pleasure worth more than life? Surely he knows of the Acquired Immunodeficiency Syndrome and the fact that his prized Ruff Ryders are not 100% effective. Why won’t Jemo heed my advice and quit smoking. Doesn’t he have any little idea that it will damage his lungs? How about Junior and his buddies, that alcohol is too much, don’t they have any fear of losing their livers. Wasn’t it for the possibility of finding worse (or rather mild pocketitis. He he!) I would leave Livingstone hall for Nana hostel.
Fresh from the shower, I find a new message on my phone reading, “Consider yourself my best enemy and do me one favour, think about it, blah blah blah”. Seriously these two words best and enemy can never complement each other to give a reasonable meaning but I definitely knew nothing was going to change her mind. Honesty is a virtue you learn one way or another in medical school but what good is it if it cost me the only love of my 22 yr old life. I should have told her some lies to keep her happy (you know women). That way, I would still have somebody to caress and tell me the three magical words (I love you). All that said am delighted to be here doing what I love
Till next time yours sincerely
