Dr. Wilson Shadrach Ikechukwu; MBBS (Hons) NAU, with distinctions in Biochemistry, Physiology, Pharmacology, Internal Medicine, & Surgery. 🩺 2nd best graduating student, Best in Internal Medicine, Surgery, & 5th MBBS Exam. Grateful for this milestone! 🌟 #NewDoc#MedTwitter
8 years ago, I began this journey to become a doctor, after 8As and 1B in my WASSCE and a score of 347 in my UTME.
The journey is finally over, with distinctions in Anatomy, Physiology, Biochemistry, Pathology, Pharmacology, Obstetrics and Gynaecology, and Internal Medicine.
Glad to have successfully defended my thesis, marking the completion of my PhD at the University of Cambridge. Grateful for the challenges and growth over the last 4 years, and the tremendous support from my PI and lab, and resources and funding from @CRUK_CI@Gates_Cambridge
For the longest time, it was believed that you could either be BGS or Provost Award Winner.
I did both.✌🏾
Introducing Dr Joshua I.J.
BGS, MBBS Ibadan Class of ‘25
President, @ibadanmedicine 23/24
Best in Anatomy, Physiology, Pathology, Pharmacology, Surgery and Community Medicine.
Best in MB I, II & IV exams.
Lived it. Loved it. Aced it!💫
I woke up this morning heavy.
Sad… or maybe depressed. I’m not even sure anymore. There’s a dull confusion that comes with it, like when a word no longer fits the feeling it’s meant to describe.
Imagine loathing a profession you once loved.
Really loved.
The kind of love that made the long nights feel meaningful.
Now I catch myself irritated by patients I’m supposed to care for, supposed to sit with gently, supposed to understand. And that thought alone makes me hate myself a little. But empathy is hard when stress is constant and the pay is almost insulting. When your body is present and your spirit is already gone.
Some days I genuinely want to go back to school. Start again. Read another course. Anything that doesn’t feel like this slow erosion of the soul.
I’m tired.
Not the kind of tired that sleep fixes.
I’m fatigued in my bones.
Then I look ahead. At our consultants. Our professors. The people we’re told to aspire to become. And it’s terrifying. They are poor. Not just financially, but in joy. In light. In peace. Unhappy. Bitter. Worn down. Sometimes it feels like they’re warnings, not role models. And I wonder quietly… is this the destination?
Many doctors are depressed. We don’t say it loudly, but it’s everywhere. In the short tempers. In the dead eyes. In the dark jokes we laugh at too hard.
This profession kills us daily.
Not with one dramatic blow.
But slowly. Methodically.
Piece by piece.
We're Nigerian Doctors.
I have seen someone finish one full golden penny spaghetti at a spot. He did not even serve it on a plate. Dude ate straight from the pot. No be cap, men actually dey!
Plab 1✅
Plab 2✅
MSRA✅
GP training ✅
Forensic medicine MSc admission, University of Maryland, Baltimore ✅
Forensic Science (toxicology) MSc admission, Kingston University, London.✅
All while working multiple jobs.