People would just come online & post ridiculous take. I still thank my wife for the food she prepared for me with my own money because it is the right thing to do.
The first shock of my life as a Nigerian while growing up was when I went to some of my friends’ houses and I discovered that they used to thank their parents after eating.
@Allezamani People would just come online & post ridiculous take. I still thank my wife for the food she prepared with my own money because it is the right thing to do.
@IwoUdose@aproko_doctor He is absolutely correct. There is a difference between dyspepsia and Peptic/ duodenal ulcers which are diagnosis only made with an endoscope.
The only way to be sure you have an ulcer is for a doctor to take a small camera and check the inside of your stomach. If it's not that, what you're doing is guess work.
First question; How do you know it is ULCER?
@solobliss1 He is absolutely correct. There is a difference between dyspepsia and Peptic ulcer or duodenal ulcers which are diagnosis made endoscopically.
My wife will be 55 years old on the 21st of May. We got married when she was only 21. Many people said she was too young, that she should not marry me, that she should finish her education, that she fell for a sweet-talking man who had nothing but wanted only her British citizenship and would discard her afterward.
She stuck to her choice. I promised her that I would change her life even in my poverty-stricken state, and I kept my word.
I have taken her to over 40 countries, all expenses paid. I have bought her several classy cars. She got her degree at 48.
Together, we have built a mini-empire and raised three young lawyers. People ran their mouths, but I disappointed them. Please celebrate my wife with me. God bless you, Bimbo, ❤️❤️❤️
hmm, not true. The Rotterdam criteria for diagnosis showed it was not just about cysts, and diagnosis could be made without ultrasound findings if the other 2 criteria were met. teaching of pcos covers the endocrine/metabolic aspect.
@williams2mark@Oxfordite@timricketts_ How mmuch of student loan did you accumulate? How much was your first house and how much is it worth now. Let's start with that Mark!
HE PROTECTED 54,000 DOCTORS. THE @NHS PROTECTED ITSELF.
In January 2014, Dr Chris Day (@drcmday) was working overnight in the intensive care unit at Queen Elizabeth Hospital in Woolwich. Two locum doctors didn't show up. The unit was running at double the patient load the national guidelines allow. He raised the alarm. He reported unsafe staffing. He linked the situation to two patient deaths.
That's what the NHS calls a whistleblower.
What followed was eight years of litigation, a legal battle all the way to the Court of Appeal, and over £700,000 of public money spent by Health Education England (@NHSE_WTE) and Lewisham and Greenwich NHS Trust (@LG_NHS) trying to stop his case being heard at all.
Here's the really elegant bit. HEE's opening legal argument wasn't that they'd done nothing wrong. It was that whistleblowing law simply didn't apply to them, because they didn't directly employ junior doctors. They were just the organisation that controlled the career progression of every single one of England's 54,000 junior doctors. Totally different thing.
Dr Day fought that argument to the Court of Appeal and won. The law was clarified. All 54,000 junior doctors below consultant grade in England now have statutory whistleblowing protection. One man, crowdfunding against three QCs, changed employment law for an entire profession.
No formal apology from the NHS. No reinstatement. No path back to a consultant career. He has worked as a locum A&E doctor ever since, doing overnight shifts while his opponents collected salaries, pensions, and the occasional glowing tribute to NHS transparency.
During the 2022 tribunal hearing, the communications director at Lewisham and Greenwich NHS Trust deleted up to 90,000 emails. The director whose entire NHS email archive was also deleted during live litigation happened to be the instructing legal client in the case. The tribunal described the conduct as extraordinary. Nobody was prosecuted. The trust issued a partial apology about a press release.
The system did exactly what it always does. It absorbed the cost, deflected accountability, and waited for the man it destroyed to run out of money or energy.
He hasn't.
Sources: The Guardian | @BBC | BMJ | Westminster Confidential @davidhencke | Protect @WhistleUK | @BylineTimes | @CrowdJustice
I used to think my dad just had a weird habit.
Every night, no matter how late it was, he’d check if I was asleep. Like actually come into my room, stand there for a second, then leave.
I remember pretending to sleep sometimes just to see how long he’d stay. Sometimes he’d fix my blanket, sometimes he’d just sigh and walk out.
As I got older, I thought it was kinda annoying. Like… why are you still doing that?
One night I finally asked him.
He just shrugged and said, “Just checking.”
Years later, my mom told me the real reason.
When I was a baby, I got really sick out of nowhere. Stopped breathing in my sleep. They barely made it to the hospital in time.
After that, he never fully trusted “quiet.”
So every night, for years… he just needed to see my chest rise at least once before he could relax. 🥹
My father's best friend was a man called Uncle Bayo who disappeared from our lives without explanation. I was 12 the last time I saw him. He came to our flat in Gbagada, argued with my father in the bedroom for an hour, and walked out without saying goodbye to me. My father never spoke his name again. Neither did my mother. Uncle Bayo became a silence with a shape.
Twenty-six years passed. I was in Philadelphia for a conference. A networking dinner at a hotel downtown. Across the room, a man about my father's age caught my eye and held it too long. He approached me during dessert and said my surname like it was a question he already knew the answer to.
We sat in the hotel lobby until 2am. He told me the story my father never did. They had started a construction company together in the early 90s. It had failed because of a contract dispute with a senator. The senator had paid only half the money and refused the rest. The debt had crushed them. Uncle Bayo had blamed my father for trusting the senator. My father had blamed Uncle Bayo for not reading the fine print. The friendship had shattered. Two men who had been closer than brothers had become strangers over something neither of them could control.
Uncle Bayo had moved to America after the falling out. He had built a new life, a new business, a small contracting firm in West Philly. He had married a Ghanaian woman and had two daughters. He had never returned to Nigeria. He had never called my father. He had assumed the silence was mutual.
I asked why he approached me now. He said he recognised my face because I looked like my father at 30. He said he had been waiting for decades to see that face again, to explain something that was never about betrayal. He said the argument had been about shame, not money. Both men had felt they failed each other. Neither had known how to say it.
I called my father from the hotel room. It was 3am in Lagos. He answered on the second ring, voice thick with sleep and alarm. I told him who I was sitting with. The line went quiet. Then my father did something I had never heard him do. He cried. Not softly. The kind of crying that comes from a place words cannot reach.
Uncle Bayo flew to Lagos 3 months later. They met at the same flat in Gbagada. They sat in the same living room where the argument had happened. They didn't re-litigate the past. They just sat together, two old men with white hair and matching hypertension medication, and let the silence heal.
My father died last year. Uncle Bayo spoke at the funeral. He said the greatest thief in life is not money or failure. It is the belief that there is always more time.
Call them. The debt is not theirs. It is yours.
My dad is the one who buys foodstuffs in the house. He buys everything in large quantities. Everything! So we've never suffered for food. The only time he eats at home is dinner. Except for weekends. One day, he said he wanted yam because he bought it in large quantity the previous month. And we told him yam is finished. He asked, "All that yams?" We answered yes. His response was, " Oga oo, I didn't even eat from it." He just went out.
We felt bad when he came back carrying bag of yams, that day I realised that he doesn't even eat much from what he worked hard for. Yet he did not stop buying.
I graduated as the best graduating student in pharmacy UDUS with a CGPA of 4.91/5.0.
• Broke the record for highest CGPA ever recorded in the faculty.
• 20 individual awards.
• BGS in 4/6 departments.
• Awarded Top 20 most influential students.
Alhamdullilah.
@AsakyGRN This is so sad to watch. No reflection, no accountability. Just for people to know, reference from previous place of work is very important when working abroad. Don't burn bridges.
Being busy isn’t the same as being useful. You can pour energy into solving a problem that never existed & call it innovation but real impact comes from solving the right problems, not just staying active.
@5min__crafts Being busy isn’t the same as being useful. You can pour energy into solving a problem that never existed & call it innovation but real impact comes from solving the right problems, not just staying active.