OF MY LOVER………SIIIIIIIGH!!!!!

So I have been missing in action…..been having exams, the stress, the adrenaline, the tension and worst of all the feeling that what I had read was not enough. Well, exams came and went and it went well. My name is now written in ink, and I can now walk with a little more pride in the corridors of our great institution.

So last week when I was busy trying to calm my queasy stomach and nerves for the impending exams, I watched an ARSENAL match. Well I thought the team was insignificant and nondescript and I knew that this was the game to watch in preparation for my exams….well…until I saw my ARSENALget whooped so badly, by the nondescript team….sorry, Liverpool.

Today, ARSENALplayed ManU. Today ARSENAL lost miserably. How in or under this earth does Van Persie miss a penalty like that one? (Am a chic, I could have done better) How do you ARSENAL get beaten 8(EIGHT) goals??? Is this you or QPR? (Or whatever that team is called). I remember when our affair started; my blood was always at boiling point when we engaged in games… I miss Henry, I relish the days of one Vierra… I fondly remember the days when Walcott ran like a bullet across the field. Cesc, my love, the most handsomest Spanish man walking, Gregarious Gallas, the Persie of hat tricks, Smooth and innocent Nasri, my white haired allure that was Almunia…(well, until he became a kin-chu-ngi!), the Bartender who would sometimes make us scream in delight and other times wail in grief!I I could go on, with this list……Those were great days, great moments, and orgasmic meets!

Today, ARSENAL, you are full of all these young players…with all the letters of the alphabet! (ARSENE,what’s that about? Can’t even recognize you anymore! ARSENAL!) Six years, I have cried and I have laughed with you. I have borne ridicule from all quarters. I have put up with your disappointing rendezvous under the covers…each and every week. And what have I to show for this, nothing….am as barren as I was six years before I met you! The only thing I have to show for this union is a lot of dust and cobwebs.

So today, my LOVE, my ARSENAL, I move out of our bedroom. I will no longer be your bed fellow! Am tired, am disappointed, am heartbroken…but I have to do this. Enough is enough. Put your act together and maybe just maybe my eye will rove around for a more experienced, more gregarious, more alluring, a smoothie handsome, a lover with speed and hat tricks with an orgasmic finish.

I love you; I always have….will probably love you forever too.

of contraception......HORMONAL!

So I have sat in The Family Planning Clinic and I must admit that was a very exciting one.Women have tales to tell!!! One, almost 45year old stuck in my thoughts. She had come for insertion of a coil (IUCD)...OK before you start wondering why this is a big deal, let me explain...sit back and  take a chill pill. The said woman had been widowed for over ten years and she swore she had had not other relations and thus I gave her a look of so why bother now and you're almost hitting menopause.....??She went on to tell me a tall tale about how a certain young man (young enough to be her son), who was a husband to another woman in her women's group had been throwing darts her way.....she told me she just wanted to be on the safe side in the "unlikely" event that this "young" man would get his way with her...(I doubt that she hadn't already tried him out! WINK)But I didn't judge...I happily gave her what she wanted but I thought of something....here is a woman, in the prime of her life, going after her own "happiness" and taking control of it......mmmmmmh!

The commonest complaint in that one week I spent there was "lack of" or reduced libido.....commonest culprit....hormonal contraceptives! God in his infinite wisdom as he created the menstrual cycle in woman, planned it to the last detail...!! Around the time when ovulation is about to occur, estrogen is produced in copious amounts, this estrogen causes the vaginal secretions to be clear, and it is alot...overall effect..increased wetness. Just when the egg has been released, there's also some testosterone that is released and in women this  is the hormone that increases libido....even the temperature rises!!! So the woman is so to speak...at her peak....(this may sound bad but it can be equated to being "on heat") and if coitus takes place, a baby is very likely to be conceived at this point, but in the event that this is not desired other methods are used like condoms etc to prevent it!

Now the sad part of all this is that hormonal contraceptives(The Pill, Patch, Implants etc)...well....blunt this very exciting phase in the woman and many a men are left wondering what happened to their once hot blooded, ready to have sex chic they had dated initially....you know, the one who used to call and ask for it with the urgency of a firefighter on a mission...the one who'd get so turned on from a single kiss....and for fear of sounding like am on a Mills and Boon series, I will end it there, but you do get the drift (are those books sold anymore???)

So guys, sometimes the answer is right in front of you, ladies, if you want to get that control back....look for better options and yeah, enjoy that part of life...before physiology fails you in the later years!

OF A FAILING HEART...

So the other day we admitted a patient with a severe heart condition at 26 weeks gestation. She had rheumatic heart disease...(that one caused by untreated throat infections that then spread and cause your heart untold grief....). She had severe Mitral  valve stenosis with elevated pulmonary pressures. Now pregnancy as much as it produces a smile and a bouncing bundle of joy also wrecks alot of havoc on a woman's body (Now this is one reason why every woman should be respected....especially after she has carried a baby to term.....)One of the systems that is badly battered is usually the heart. So the patient is admitted because the pregnancy was taking a toll on her weak heart for intervention.

Now in this part of the world, resources are limited and scarce (ahsanteni AKUH for the brand new cardiac unit.....). A cardiologist reviewed the patient and he suggested they could do a minimally invasive procedure where they pass a catheter from the patients thigh to her heart through a blood vessel and try and open up the blockage. Well that was welcome news..wow...a solution! Damn problem, The Cath Lab that does all those procedures has been accumulating serious dust and all those funny creatures! It has been out of order for...eh....ah.....DOG YEARS! Now as much as it can be done in other units, the operation costs two arms and six feet! And my patient didn't have such resources sadly.

The other option we offered was terminate the pregnancy, save her ailing heart then plan for the operation later. Only problem was,the pregnancy was quite advanced, terminating it would cause more harm than good the seniors shuddered at that option. I had a chat with her and offered the options, we were stuck. Her husband was even more lost (aren't men always lost on such issues??)

Then along came our knight in shining armour... Cardiothoracic team. They said they could try open heart surgery and replace her valve with one of those brand new shiny ones(I think they're cool....you can hear every heart beat as a click!!! ) OK, we were stuck really, and there was no way we would keep her in the ward and just watch her waste away, something had to be done. We prepared her for theatre, haggled and begged for an ICU bed post op and finally she was taken to theatre.

She managed almost 2hours on the fancy heart lung bypass, another two hours of....... (Honestly I don't know what they do, but I really admire their skill, holding the heart in ones fingers and feeling it stop beating and after all that, feel it beat all over again once the whole operation is done... I think it must feel exhilarating!) So she pulled through it and she awoke in ICU. She was even breathing on her own, without all those tubes down her throat....until some 24hours later, complications arose, she threw a clot and in a matter of minutes....she was gone.

We lost them both. Could we have lost her if we did nothing? Very likely. But we still lost them when we did something.

Such is the life we live day in, day out :-(

OF CORD PROLAPSE

So the other day I was doing theatre duty.... I love it, the adrenaline with every operation gives me a high...I also hate it as well. The whole theatre list is fully and totally managed by the nursing team. They decide which patient is to be received in theatre, what time and when the operation starts....It is absolutely annoying when especially the colleague running labour ward is having a bad day...meaning, he has bad patients and most of his decisions end up with an emergency c-section. so the poor doctor has a long list of patients waiting to be sectioned, whilst theatre team are up in arms as to who and when each operation will take place. And it is especially horrendous around that time that the shifts are changing! Many a doctor have cursed out loud, raised a voice, stamped feet in annoyance but oh well....c'est la vie!


Luckily for me, I had a calm day, my colleague in labour ward had an even calmer ward. So by almost end of my twelve hour shift we were working well in sync and sorting out patients slowly as they trickled in. Now when I had just scrubbed in for my last patient, I heard the dreaded words that turns theatre into a real ER_ Yeah I mean ER the series.....the one where everything from a broken toe nail to a broken neck is treated as an emergency....I think watching ER in my hey days played a big role in my choice of career, those doctors and nurses always looked so sharp, so eager to save a life...and I loved the authority that doctors wielded in the series. The doc would just lift his hand ask for a scalpel or whatever and the nurses would scamper off..literally in search of one and quickly offer it to the doctor. The technical gadgets and instruments, funky theatre gear, and the adrenaline....oooooh.... YEAH, UNTIL I DID THE MEDICINE AND THE AFRICAN REALITY HIT HOME! ( I no longer watch ER, I get depressed, plus I now know well....These guys are just acting...in real life...this can't happen....or can it???)

So where was I? yeah, someone shouted, "Cord prolapse!"....WHAT? the tempo in theatre suddenly changed, the air electric. My patient had already been put under, so me and my scrub nurse had to go on with our operation...the rest of the team save for our anaesthetist quickly rushed to the next theatre, it was cleaned in milliseconds, the scrub nurse had already taken out the theatre set and arranged it, srubbed...the doctor manning labour ward jumped over into theatre, changed into theatre garb(He was even given shoes which we usually have to hide for our own use, they materialised from somewhere) and quickly srubbed. By this time an anaesthtist from ICU had been summoned and patient was put under general anaesthesia.... Before the patient had the breathing tube down her throat, the abdomen had been opened and the blessed baby let out a high pitched cry!(Not to worry, she was heavily sedated and paralysed by the anaesthesia). Yes, He was alive!! Ok...this whole process took less than ten minutes...seriously!

So can we have ER in our unit...of course yes, only if the people concerned are willing to..but YES WE CAN!

of A GIRL AND HER SALONIST

Now, guys who follow my blog might get lost on this one.....forgive me.

So yesterday I had a free afternoon and my hair was a mess....I quickly called up my salonist and he said he was unwell and put on bed rest for a week!A whole week? Bed rest? A guy??? did I ask again? A week? A guy? KWANI what is he suffering from??? I happen to have a haircut, and truth be told he has done a good job so far...three years nowand counting. But last week he got cocky and over cut my cut! I was pissed....but it still looked OK, just not my signature style... And now here he was saying he is on bed rest...COCKY! ARROGANT!MEAN! PRETENTIOUS!(does this even apply to his case??)

So I had only yesterday free and I said in my head, that he is not the only one who can make my hair...who the hell does he think he is? NKT! So along I went and the other guy in the salon tried his hand at it. And from the word go I knew I had made a grim mistake! Dude didn't even know the comb from the curling tongs! (OK am exaggerating) but the end result I left the salon looking like I had a limp mop hanging on my head....DISASTER! Am not the kind to cause a scene, and even if I had, he didn't force me to make my hair...I allowed him..I walked to my car and screamed at the image staring back at me from the side mirror! WHAAAAT?

I couldn't be seen dead in such a hairdo! I went in search of another salon and did the unimaginable...I swallowed my pride and confessed that I wanted my hair re-done( I found this very humbling). So the salonist, this time a chic said she would sort put my 'little problem'(was that a smile I saw at the corner of her mouth? was she laughing at the hairdo I was sporting? or the sheer look of desperation on my face?) needless to say, she tried her hand at it, end result, not too bad, definitely better than my previous experience but when I combed my hair this morning....I Miss my SALONIST!

He knows my hair, he knows my style, I always leave the salon with a smile on my face and sexy bouncy hair. So, on Monday, I will forgive him for his 'impunity', I will take his crap...I will make do with bed rest....I will ignore his cockiness, his arrogance and put up with his drama....because, I NEED HIM. My hair and I can't live without him!

*SIGH*

of pediatricians

So this day am doing my ward round. Usually am assigned the room with the mothers who have just delivered( I think it has something to do with my smile.....LOL) Now as an upcoming obstetrician, my main focus more often than not lies with the mother...how she is doing after the c-section, is she able to walk,is the pain well controlled, are her breasts full of milk for her baby or engorged and painful? is the uterus well contracted and the blood loss acceptable etc. then I give instructions on what to do for the day...on Day 1 I want her to walk, eat a light meal and breastfeed, day 2...normal diet and I want to see her up and about,discuss contraception etc day 3 I expose the scar and she is ready to go home! It sounds all very routine like and easy but if you've been in such a ward or situation you also know that these new mothers tend to have a million questions and you have to  answer all of them, give an encouraging word here and there, offer a helping hand to the one trying to get out of bed etc

Usually I personally also peep at the newborn(I have a thing for babies...all my friends and my mum thought  I was cut out for pa-eds, well....until.....) So on this particular day I was on my  usual routine, it was especially interesting since I had been in theatre the previous day and some of the ladies i had seen I had actually operated on them, so it was nice seeing my workmanship and the sweet outcomes. When I got to this lady's bed, I started asking her how she slept and if she had any complaints. I then looked at her baby and she looked 'odd'. Baby had her eyes shut. I tried to nudge her awake..first with a light touch then more urgently and vigorously when I got no response. I asked the mother how long she had been like that and she said the baby had been asleep. I took the one day old bundle in my arms, told the mother to follow me and I rushed her to The New Born Unit.

When I arrived, I found my long time friend on call....she quickly initiated resuscitation attempts and after 20minutes the look in her eye said it all. I felt tears well in my eyes...I confessed that I was in no situation to tell the mum the sad news and she took it from there. I remember going back to the ward and giving the mothers a long pep talk....I had tears in my eyes and a very heavy heart...quite a sad start to a beautiful morning....

How pediatricians can cope with such losses, I simply can't imagine and this goes out to all those baby doctors, for all the hard work you do and all the mothers you have to deal with especially after the loss of a small child.

My friend Martha, am so sorry for your loss, But the Good Lord will see you through this trying moment...and you will smile again.

And my next post surely should have a happy ending!

of Aunt Selina

It has been ages since I was here, my laptop crashed and yeah...it was very lonely without it...AS In SERIOUSLY!!

So today am here and am sad, My aunt Selina is battling for her life in hospital...let me share her story. I have to say I didn't know her so well initially. She is married to my mum's small bro. She was always so quiet but very jolly with a smile that lit any room she walked into. So auntie was diagnosed with breast cancer early last year. As the designate family doc am usually sent ahead of the whole battalion to get the medical info simplified then I lay it down in simple words. On the day I saw her in hospital, she was the calmest soul  I have met so far....mind you she had just undergone a radical mastectomy(at this point it is OK to google). And she told me the sequence of events that led to that surgery and how her doc didn't even give her a chance to think about the mastectomy and how she had been rushed to theatre  only to wake up with the left breast missing...OK, fine am a medic and these things we see day in day out but whenever it happens  to our own, the shoe totally sucks and smells whilst on the other foot!!
So auntie had surgery and immediately started on chemotherapy. I remember calling her and she would be the one giving me encouragement that it shall be well and we were going to fight this..(NB:...WE) as in she was always the stronger one. A few months later she convulsed in her house, rushed to hospital, and my worst fears were confirmed, the damn monster had reared his ugly head into my aunt's brain, when the doc told her what was going on, I saw the slightest flicker of fear, discouragement and sadness which was quickly replaced by a smile and determination, her words, we will beat this! She then embarked on another ravaging course of chemotherapy and radiotherapy, always smiling, always forging ahead, always strong willed and that smile....that one that lit any room she walked into.

Two days ago, I called her, she had just come from hospital, after a blood transfusion and she told me she felt great, she felt a real improvement and this time....WE HAD BEATEN IT! I smiled....I knew she was smiling too. That was two days ago......Today, she lay on the ICU bed, tubes running allover in and out of her, her head bald...from the chemotherapy effects. I talked to her...I hope she could hear me. Auntie...we WILL BEAT this, but above all, God, let your will be done.