WHAT I HAVE BEEN UP TO

 

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Hello everyone! Who missed me?

Awww…

I have missed you all too and I promise to make it up to you. I have a lot of goodies for you. I will be dishing it out hot. Dish after sizzling dish.

 I had to take a break to care for my eyes. I used to laugh at my mum then about the way she used to squint just to read an instruction from a bottle or even recharge her phone, someone has to read out the digits or she will miss a few of them and stand the risk of having her line blocked.

 Nna ehnn, I suddenly noticed that my eyes have been doing the same thing they did to my mum. Reading when everywhere isn’t bright became an issue.  Working on my devices nko? Hmmm, sometimes I force the eyes to read what I’m typing as I may not be seeing the keypads at all.

Toh!

I remember my dad taking me to an eye clinic to see an ophthalmologist abi na optician?

The reason was the way I used to read. I had measles as a child. He believed it affected my eyesight. I also think it did. To read, my head would have to be buried in the book just so I could see. If it's not buried in the book, then I would have to bring it close enough to touch my nose before being able to see or read. He was concerned na, So he took me to the hospital.

I remember the person who saw me that day advising him, after a few tests to “give it time, she is still young, the eyes may improve with time. But If the problem persists in a few years then you can consider glasses…” I was about eight years old then.

True to his words (abi na she?), my eyes improved. I began to read from afar. Seeing the blackboard was no longer an issue so he let the matter be.

Another issue came up when I was a teenager. If the item is very close, reading the content becomes impossible. I would have to move it away from me before I could clearly read what was written on it. If it was too close, it then became blurry and my eyes would hurt. This time around I went through all the rigours of eye checkups and glasses were prescribed. Everything was arranged, the bill was settled and a pickup date given. He wasn’t going to be around, so he asked if I could find my way to the hospital. I assured him I would and he said okay. It was not too far from the house.

Hmm! To date, I haven’t picked up the glasses. All He said to me was “the day you will desperately need the glasses, I may not be there to indulge you…”

Kai!

I somehow managed the eyes like that. I even believed it was not an act of faith.

But lately, when I suddenly realised I needed 'them' eyes to succeed in writing and all, the eyes began to really act up.

So I discussed with my friend and she advised we see a specialist in the hospital where she works. I had found every reason under the sun not to go but I can’t let my writing suffer. Lately, I had realised that I could not even study my devotionals during morning devotions. I would pray and wait till its very bright because I would only struggle to see and most times end up reading rubbish.

Toh, with my brother's push, I called her and we fixed the date for the doctor’s appointment. The day came, I went to her and we went through all the card/file opening process only to get to the eye clinic and meet “the Nigerian factor.”

The attendant or somebody like that who was left there said “it’s not been long since they left for a meeting. You narrowly missed them.”

Ha!

My friend, whom she knows asked her 

“When will they be back?” 

Her response?

HMM!

“I don’t know. I could tell you to wait and then they don’t come back soon and I could say go and they come back soon after but…”

I don dey vex already. What?

“What do you advise we do?” my nice Friend asked her.

“I think you should just go and come back tomorrow or next. They don’t have a meeting tomorrow and I even want to lock up and go home…”

Oh wow!

Seriously!

It wasn’t even 12:30 pm yet and she wants to lock up the eye clinic and go home.

This is a government hospital fa?

Who made the rule that if you want to go to a Nigerian hospital, you have to go early in the morning if not you may not get to see a doctor?

I thought hospitals offer twenty-four hour service?

Why can't I walk into a hospital at any time of the day and be able to see a physician?

Why do I have to go very early and wait for hours before I get to see one?

Why then is it a twenty-four-hour service centre?

What happens when there is an emergency?

What if it was so serious that I couldn’t see?

What if? What if?

All these ‘ifs’ no be their problem sef. They no send me.

I am 'seriously' beefing hospital people them.

That is how the other day I went to check on Ruth who had a minor procedure. It was done in “my very before”. fluids and blood that spilt on the floor were left like that. So I went to ask for a mop so I could mop it. I was sent on a wild goose chase before I was finally given a mop.

I asked if a cleaner would do it, they said no!

Who cleans it then?

Relatives of the patient

Ngwanu "give me a mop, it is no problem, I will gladly mop," I told them, almost losing my cool because It was a disgusting sight.

Haba! You knew a procedure was carried out on your patient and the bedside needs cleaning but you didn’t call your cleaners to clean up, I asked for a mop and you had to send me round the ward…

hospital people!

Hospital people!!

Hospital people!!!

How many times I call una?

Make una Fear God!

I get Mallam number ooo, toh! (tongue out)

Going to a hospital where you don’t know anyone is a story for another day.

My friend saw my countenance and asked why I was upset, so I was able to vent a little.

Funny she also has a problem with the system. She should actually. She was trained in a saner environment.

Anyways…

I shall be going back to the hospital tomorrow.

I will let you know how it goes.

Cheers!