A Doctor's "Secret" Health Notes

With Malaria still wreaking havoc across this part of the world where I live and practice medicine – and I’m talking a mortality rate of about 1 million deaths per annum, mainly children – the management and preventive practices thereof, is certainly of importance to me and my colleagues where I work. This male patient had been treated on two seperate occassions but still had fever and the characteristic evening chills of Malaria. He had complied well with the ACT- Artemisinine-based combination therapy – medication given, taking the right dose at the appropriate time, so he had said. So why was he still symptomatic? Could it have been a misdiagnosis, I wondered. Well, I sent him to the laboratory for a full blood work-up.

Long time I've neglected this health-diary of mine, sorry people. Obviously, this is my first post this year, so... Happy New Year-of-the- TRÉVOLUTION! It's something new. Something I've bought whole-heartedly into and so I'm promoting it everywhere. It will make me wealthy, hopefully, through its compensation plan - I'll make no secret about that. Bought into it also to keep my family and I well armed to stay optimal in health from the point of view of it's supply to our body systems, of every known major nutritional metabolite - including herbs the world over, researched upon - all packaged in a bottled liquid, researched formulation. Sounds like some product promo, right? Well sure, I'm in it and so I'm promoting it. I believe in it professionally. Join the TRÉVOLUTION! ...oh, and, it's never too late to say it people - Happy New Year!  

I recall the event in 2009 Christmas time, when a Nigerian man's pants alighted in flames as he sat in a plane en route to some state in the US - it was a botched attempt of his to blow-up the plane and cause the certain deaths of all on board. I've had a middle-aged female, dear to her relations, recently on admission on account of her Psychotic delusions which causes her the false belief that she is the pilot of a space-craft who's hotly pursued by agents determined to terminate her life! She would often scream-out, her face twisted in fear; her whole body contorted, as if taking desperate measures within the cockpit of that space-craft conceived in her deluded mind. While of course my psychotic patient is simply challenged in terms of her mental health, the same can not be said of the famed Christmas bomber - my fellow country man, sad to say, by the way. His may be viewed as a case of, well... being brain-washed; muddled-up political ideology-wise... Or why else wou

The CNN presented Republican Tea-party express debates just ended - why call it the Tea-party express when clearly not all of the candidates are from that radical GOP base - and it was quite entertaining indeed. All the jostling and back-stabbing for political points especially those trailing in the polls... I've been busy all week on the job - many complicated surgical cases - and Obstetrics ones as well. And, Nadal lost to Novack Jochovic - hope I spelt that one's name right - and that really got to me as I'm a great fan of Rafa.

I feel bad having not posted a single health gist or any sort of matter at all on this blog for a long, long while. And I cannot think of a good enough excuse that could justify this huge neglect. Except perhaps to promise you that my life in the past months had been roller-coaster like indeed, often having to multi-task in a not so well-coordinated manner - but then, doesn't that just describe the average human Joe or Jide that's surviving on todays planet Earth! I performed a Herniorrhapphy today that went like the breeze - quick-paced with little to no hitches. I started by utililizing local anaesthetic, then, after finding the hernial sac, finished off with Ketamine intravenous anaesthesia.

I'm somewhat in-human it seems when mechanically, I go about on the job, some of the time. Or to put it more aptly, more detached from the normal feelings lay persons would feel at certain instances. This of course comes with the terrain and in spite of sometimes having short spells of feeling besides myself, it's become second nature to me. These were my fleeting thoughts as I dressed the extensively sutured wound, left behind on the chest-wall of the 54-year old, after her right breast and all of the relevant surrounding tissues had been surgically removed completely, nine days back. She would wince and cry-out softly whenever I dabbed with EUSOL gauze. For many years she had suffered cancer of the right breast up until surgery. And a radical mastectomy indeed it was, that had been the procedure at theatre - leaving no room, hopefully, for any metastasised cancer cells to remain present. Now, she was able to move her right arm with less pain since after surgery, exerci