Guys!!!! I had to write. And you need not say, I know I have been off this space (and social media) for a good while. I missed y’all. Did you miss me too?
I blogged about my new job here, and mentioned how housemanship can be stressful and time demanding, and even queried how often my showing up on the blog would be afterwards.
My first two weeks were hell! Literally. I barely had a life of my own. I was either in the ward, in the call room, in the theatre, in the laboratory (checking results) or seldom in the kitchen trying to grab dinner – call food.
Noticed how I didn’t mention my room? That was because I slept in the call room for the entire fourteen days of my first rotation –Paediatric Surgery! Yeah, it was that hellish.
The weekend before I resumed, however, I completed two blog posts and scheduled them. I was too busy to promote them on social media, and they suffered both anaemic reads and shares.
– At NMA Osun elections in Oshogbo.
My second rotation, Urology was less stressful than the first. I had some spare time, but rather than writing or blogging, I channelled my free time to resting and recuperating.
The third, Orthopaedics was not stressful all the time. There were days I found myself questioning my choice of profession and exploring alternative career options in my head. You know when they say medicine is a calling, best believe the sayer is not mincing words.
In taking each day as it comes and counting down to the end of one rotation and the beginning of another, I have become all too aware that time does fly.
I woke up on Monday morning feeling all shades of blue that some of my personal and blog goals have been on a halt, while time, on the other hand, has ceaselessly moved forward. I reread my last three blog posts, looked over my blog and blog planner, and shook my head at some of the beautiful ideas journaled that are yet to come into fruition.
In the course of this reflection, I made a realization that my life has been greatly altered in the last two months; it has taken on a new course, and so will my goals have to. I also realized that my life has not been completely unproductive as I was tempted to think.
Amidst all of the sweat breaking work, I have managed to live – truly and fully daresay I. And that made all the difference.
Ile-Ife, unlike Port Harcourt or Lagos, is no big city. But what they lack in urbanization, they make up for in love and hospitality.
There are days I am pissed about how far I have to “travel” to get some items in a supermarket or use the beauty salon. And days I wonder how and why the indigenes are not entrepreneurial minded.
I have given up cravings for my Eastern and Southern Nigerian soups and now understand the fuss about Nigerian Jollof rice. I am still too sceptical to eat my first bowl of Amala and Ewedu and afraid that I may not have enough courage to try it out. (I eventually tried it. Here’s my verdict!)
I am learning that even though Epele sir/ma means sorry in Yoruba to an older person, it can also be used as a form of greeting. “The complexities of the Yoruba language,” they call it.
I have made friends with people from tribes and religion different from mine, and I am climbing over the divide these build between people.
I am learning to live and love and to remember to have hearty laughter while at it.
Have you had a life-altering event lately? How are you coping? What are you learning? Please, share your thoughts in the comments.