@kingsolo4reall@PeterObi I wonder why you dey call yourself king Solomon @kingsolo4reall because the real king Solomon in the Bible would be disappointed that you can't recognise the wisdom that @PeterObi has.
@Morris_Monye@dy4dan I just said this before I read it..Omo right now, there's a wave of great change brewing as lots of minds are synchronizingly thinking alike.
Today is 19th February 2025 and House Officers still haven’t been paid their salaries.Some have been owed since January.Others who began their housemanship in November 2025, have not received a single salary since they resumed.
They continue to show up every single day doing ward rounds, taking calls through the night and filling in gaps wherever they are needed. They are expected to carry the heaviest load in the hospital yet their own basic needs are treated as an afterthought.
House Officers are the backbone of our hospitals.They are the ones clerking patients at 2 am, chasing lab results, reviewing deteriorating patients, running between wards and absorbing the pressure from every angle.They are often the first to arrive and the last to leave.Yet something as basic as their pay is this difficult and requires people shouting at the top of their voice for it to happen.
If any other cadre of doctors had gone unpaid for this long, there would already be outrage .Why should house officers be treated differently? Why is their labour seen as something that can be taken for granted?At what point do we stop normalizing dysfunction and call it what it is?
This is not even about https://t.co/L7eLLBqEfO’s about paying people for the work they have already done.
Give them their due. It’s a shame really.
@MDCNOfficial@Fmohnigeria@muhammadpate
My guy in Med school, well organised.
Started reading from Day 1 of resumption till 1 minute before the start of every exams.
He did everything according to the books.
Today, he’s a resident Physician in America.
And there’s me, from day 1 of Med school, I mixed studying with leadership, politics, social life, a bit of NCCMDS(Now CMDA), read as much as I can but not too much, never failed any exams and here I am still doing well(by my own standards).
As a Medical student, just do what works for you. Don’t follow your BGS to try and discover the cure for Diogenes Syndrome.
As far as you give attention to your books, remain consistent and teachable, you’ll be fine and there’s better life out here for you. Selah!
Emergency Medicine is such an elite specialty for those of us who want to continue to see a wide range of presentations across every age group.
As you climb higher, it teaches you how to manage people, resources and conflicts. From patients to other doctors across every specialty and even those in charge of the hospital administration.
Each shift is intense, requires detailed focus but you also get adequate time off to recuperate. So I always find it rewarding at the end of the day.
#ChooseEmergencyMedicine
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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.