I genuinely want to know if my male course mates are usually asked “when will you now marry?” When they talk about their plans after medical school
The moment I mention specializing I’m hearing some bs “when will you settle down”
Life did not end when my husband called me a thief o.
I went to buy diapers and fortunately, they were doing promo, buy a pack of diaper and get a free gift. The gift can be anything, chocolate, plot of land, designer bag. My own was a new wig.
As I reach house explain tire for this man, he no believe me. Now he is saying I should vomit his money or get ready to pack my bags. Oh chim 😩
And if I'm with my phone and your text pops up, I'm going to reply it immediately. If you like, think I'm easy, that's your business. If I like you, you will know.
All that "let me delay the text so it won't look like I'm desperate," I no dey follow una do that one.
I promised God that if my dad was discharged from the hospital, I would share this testimony.
My dad was in the hospital for 23 days. His veins were extremely difficult to find, and whatever IV line they eventually got usually “tissued” within 2–3 days.
His hands had been punctured so many times. Finding another vein was becoming a constant battle.
One day, the senior doctor asked why I had refused a central line. I explained that I wasn't completely against it. I just wanted a senior doctor to first try the IV line. If they couldn't get one, then we'd consider the central line.
She agreed to come and set it herself. Before she left, she told me, “If this line tissued again, we're doing a central line.”
I agreed.
A senior doctor eventually came and inserted the line.
The moment they left, I prayed over that line:
“Lord, in Jesus' name, this is the last line my father will carry in this hospital. He will not need a central line. This line will not tissue.”
I believed that prayer.
My family and I continued praying about it every night.
Then something else happened.
My dad started retaining a lot of fluid. His body became visibly swollen. I remembered that he had previously been treated for heart failure, so I brought it to the doctors' attention.
They reviewed his previous records and adjusted his treatment. They reduced the fluids and introduced a diuretic. For about five days, he received the medication through that SAME IV line.
Then, in the middle of all this, they came again and said they wanted to put in a central line because the IV line wasn't flowing well that the blue canola is used for babies etc.
I had already bought the central line for ₦40,000 because I didn't want it to look like I was being difficult.
When the surgeon came, he explained the risks: infection, sepsis, accidental puncture of organs and other serious complications.
I couldn't even let him finish.
I said, “No, sir. We don't want the central line.”
My dad agreed.
The house officer was furious that I had rejected it.
But I remembered the prayer.
That IV line that normally lasted my father 2–3 days stayed in place for MORE THAN A WEEK.
It was used for countless injections, including antibiotics and other medications.
And guess when they finally removed it?
THE DAY WE LEFT THE HOSPITAL.
The line never tissued.
For a man whose veins had been so difficult to find that doctors repeatedly had to puncture his hands just to get access, this was not normal.
I prayed.
My family prayed.
And God answered.
It is God that did this.
This is the testimony I promised Him I would share.
Thank You, Jesus. 🙏🏾❤️