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tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25604449658473319362016-10-20T04:29:11.203-05:00Nigerian Scorpio.ComA Personal blog by NaijaScorpioNaijaScorpiohttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560444965847331936.post-10019301583319347752016-08-16T01:28:00.000-05:002016-08-16T01:30:19.505-05:00Heated When I first moved to this country, whenever someone was mean, rude, unpleasant or a jerk to me, I attributed it to them being a mean, rude, unpleasant, jerk. I didn't think they were being that way to me because of my race or my sex. I just assumed they were a shitty human being. To this day, I am not one to pull the race card. However, today was the first time in my entire life I have had to call someone a racist, son of a bitch to their face, in a room where everyone else was Caucasian, you could have heard a pin drop as I walked out as that was the last thing I said. I believe that is the best thing I could have done for myself because I would feel a whole lot worse right now if I hadn't stood up for myself.

I somehow feel violated. I feel like someone tried to come into my world and without my permission, tried to make me a victim, a victim of racism, of sexism and I had to fight a battle I wasn't prepared for and didn't want to fight this morning in other for that not to be the case. I refuse to be a victim.

I have not been this upset in a long, long time. To cut a long story short, I'll just post a copy of the complaint I submitted to the USPS.

On 8/15/2016 at 0800, I went to the post office to pick up my mail. I presented my slip to a female postal clerk and expressed to her that I was home when the mail carrier dropped off this slip but no one had tried to contact me to check if i was home and this was the second time it was occurring. The postal clerk at the next station who I would later find out from the police was named Jim, chimed in and stated that some carriers were better than others in trying to find out if someone was home before dropping off a slip. I informed the clerk that I had worked all night, got off at 0600 and had to wait until 0800 for the post office to open before going home and that wasn't fair to me as this could have been avoided. The female clerk stated that she would let her supervisor know and went back to get my mail, while Jim attended to a customer in his station. While at the counter waiting for my package to be brought to me, I placed a 25 second call regarding a patient as I am a physician. At the same time, I heard Jim stating that I couldn't be on the phone just as I was about to end the call. A second later before I had time to put my phone away, Jim reached over from his station and slammed a sign stating "no phone calls allowed" in front of me. The call during which i spoke in very low tones lasted exactly 25 secs which was how long it took for me to tell the recipient that I would call them back. I told Jim that he did not need to be rude to me as I was already getting off the phone. He proceeded to yell and berate me, telling me I was the one who was rude. I tried explaining that the call was about a patient and he told me I needed to have left my phone in my car, all the while yelling while there were other customers waiting to be attended to. I told him I wasn't being rude as the lady who was attending to me had already gone to the back to get my package. I asked him how he would feel if someone took a sign and slammed it in front of him, demonstrating exactly what he did. At this time the clerk who was helping me returned with my package. Jim once again reached over from his station and this time attempted to grab my package from the other clerk. I was fast enough to snatch it from him as he had no right or reason to try to withhold my package from me. I was upset that he did that and called him out on it. He tried to intimidate me by threatening to call the police and I asked him to do that because I hadn't done anything except stand up for myself. As i started walking away, he yelled at me not to ever come back to "this place" and I told him if they had done their job I wouldn't be there in the first place. Since he threatened that i could not come back to the USPS store, I went over to the police station and spoke to an officer about the incident. I was also concerned that my mail or mail service would be tampered with. She told me to report to his supervisor as they could not do anything about his rude behavior. She got in contact with Jim and asked if he was serious about banning me from the store and he told her he was not. I am reporting this incident because I encountered a USPS employee who was very unprofessional in carrying out his duties. He appears not know how to deal with customers and also seems to have issues controlling his temper. In addition to this he came across as a bully who tried to intimidate someone he perceived as weak. He saw a young looking, black female with a foreign accent and decided I wasn't deserving of basic courtesy. In summary, He told me to get off my phone, did not give me a chance to act on his instruction, proceeded to rudely and loudly slam a sign in front of my face, tried to seize my package, threatened me with the police for no just cause and threatened to ban me from the post office all because I told him he did not have to be rude to me and I refused to be bullied by him. I don't think it is acceptable to SLAM a sign in front a customer's face over a 25 second phone call and then yell at them to boot. I would appreciate if this incident is addressed as Jim is a poor representative of the USPS. Thank you.

 While I continue to be thrown off balance by this incident, I believe this guy picked the right person. The next time he encounters a black female with an accent who may or may not know her rights, may or may not be a recent immigrant, may or may not be at the bottom of the totem pole, he would think twice before treating her like a piece of trash who has no voice.

 Dude did not see me coming this morning. I was quiet, soft spoken, probably looked mellow because I was dead tired so he thought I was an easy prey. He learned today.

Forgive the typos... I'm at work and really should be trying to nap. For me to take the time to type up this complaint, then blog about should give up an idea how upset I am by all of this.NaijaScorpiohttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560444965847331936.post-59892812422150566472016-08-04T15:37:00.001-05:002016-08-04T15:43:44.152-05:00VacationI am currently on a well earned and very well deserved vacation with the fam in Georgia. I'm lying here, chilling and wondering why people's idea of a vacation is to go out and do things. My ideal vacation involves doing nothing. I don't want to go anywhere, see anything, do anything except eat, sleep, maybe watch TV.

When we go on vacation we assign out inbasket to another resident to cover it. In the past, I would cover along just so the resident doesn't have to do too much. I did that on Monday, then i said fuck that shit! I'm on vacation and don't need to be doing shit. Especially when the resident who covered my inbasket on Monday told me the Nurses were been shitty to me, which i noticed but never really pay attention to.

First month of second year of residency done.... Like play like play, day dey go. It's been a crazy experience so far. My advice to people applying for residency is not to be like me during interviews. Actually take notes and ask questions. I went by gut feeling and got my number one rank choice. Have i had regrets? Many many many times. LOL. But it's all good, It's called buyer's remorse as my program is pretty decent. However, because i didn't take notes and interviewed in 19 places, they pretty much blended together which is how I ended up in a program that gets harder the higher up you go instead of the reverse. They want you to be acting like an Attending by the time you graduate. Okay now, no wahala.

Which is why the last thing i want to do is sit down and blog, hence the deadzone this blog has become. If i could dictate my blogs then we would be in business because i have lots of complaining to do about life and i can lie down and talk. Even the dictating sef, sometimes is hard for me because most times when i get home i have generalized body aches from my head to my feet and just want to sleep. Plus plenty gist.

Match.com update.....

Story for another day....if ever. Although i will say this... Life is very, very funny. Sometimes you just have to take the bull by its horn, grab its balls and squeeze it and if you get killed in the process you freaking lived.

Carpe the freaking diem! You only have one life to live my people. Live it!

So how una dey? Gist me!. What have you guys been up to? Anyone have any questions for me? Ask me and I'll answer in my next post. I still have a couple days before i go back to work, let me treat you people to some Sting time.

I started season 4 of Jenifa...Jenifa and Pelumi...LOLNaijaScorpiohttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560444965847331936.post-41342324326212327902016-04-12T20:55:00.002-05:002016-04-12T20:55:47.477-05:00Black people are dirty and other storiesI got done at 4:30pm today............. and i didn't know what to do with myself. I didn't know whether to run, jump, scream or dance awilo. So i drove to the dry cleaners and dropped off my white coat, then came home and did laundry.

It's 8:18pm right now and it's still earlier than I typically get home. I've been working 14+ hours 6 days a week and i'm exhausted. I got to work an hour late yesterday because i overslept and woke up at 625am and i'm supposed to be at work at 6am. The night resident and the senior both called me but my phone is always on silent when i go to sleep. I was late again today but 10 minutes this time. The tiredness is cumulative and i'm just exhausted at this point.

I spent my one day off last week running errands then i ended up at Ross. I bought so much stuff, I was actually horrified when i was being rung up and kept apologizing to the cashier. It was retail therapy plain and simple. I find that any free time i have, i go shopping. When i have a bad day at work, I end up in the store. I have more art supplies than i need at this point and I am spending way more money than i should but hey!

I joined match.com .....for 6 months. I was over it by week 2 but i can't get a refund even if i cancel.

The last couple of months have been a struggle. There's something in the water. Everyone has been acting crazy at my program. I'm not loving residency. I would love to be driving distance from my family. I no longer want to be in this state or this city where the lack of diversity and the amount of cultural insensitivity and ignorance is overwhelming.

Did you know black people are dirty?
Did you know that black people stain light colored sheets because their skin sheds and the color stains the sheets?

Did you know this?
Black person reading this, is this news to you as it was news to me?

 How can you say they don't?
Are you sure?
Have you ever slept on light colored sheets before?

Facepalm!!!

Sweet jesus hold me back, keep a straight face!

 This was from a nurse who was trying to be nice by educating her friend who said black people are dirty, by telling said friend that we are not dirty, it's just the color of our skin that's coming off, when "we shed".

But hey what do i know, I might never have slept on light colored sheets before.

Let's not talk about the audacity of this white lady who told me black hair is crazy and she can't imagine walking around looking like that..... all the while miming an afro with her hands. That's not all she said but i don't want to upset myself this evening.

That's some of the shit I've had to deal with.

NaijaScorpiohttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560444965847331936.post-84218710232195926052016-03-20T23:55:00.000-05:002016-03-20T23:59:46.254-05:00WritingI have always found writing to be therapeutic. Before i started blogging in 2007, i faithfully wrote in my journal. Blogging replaced writing in my journal for a long while when i was completely anonymous but as i lost my anonymity, i stopped blogging freely about certain topics. I went back to journaling but it's never been the same. Now i neither want to blog or journal, which means i no longer have an outlet.

I was very angry today. Like, boiling mad. A couple of my co-residents are getting on my nerves. I can't even start to write what this one resident did tonight and she's so freaking clueless.

I need a long vacation from these people.

I'm annoyed about a lot of things.

House of Cards season 4 finally came out and lo and behold i could barely remember details from prior seasons. So i started over. Frank Underwood is beyond devious. He is evil. God protect us from people like that in our lives.

Downton Abbey season finale was GREAT! I was very sad to see it end. I've been watching Mercy Street, it's pretty good too.

NaijaScorpiohttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560444965847331936.post-30851260249638403362016-03-15T21:18:00.002-05:002016-03-15T21:18:51.596-05:00pssttttHey people,

I'm alive and eating moi-moi right now. Jonzing for some garri, sugar and groundnuts soaked in ice-cold water........................

Bliss...NaijaScorpiohttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560444965847331936.post-80533248808223635722016-01-11T22:46:00.001-06:002016-01-11T22:46:28.429-06:00Today's yuck

The stench of a week old cigarette breath and unwashed mouth

Retching sounds and a bowl half full of vomit...

Blood splatter on my cheek, beside my mouth and underneath by chin. Thank God for goggles.

Blood on my shoe lace despite my shoe covering

Par for the course.

NaijaScorpiohttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560444965847331936.post-90558094059835036262015-12-31T10:38:00.001-06:002015-12-31T10:38:23.594-06:00Adieu 20152015, I'm not mad at you at all. You were good to me and I'm thankful.
I started residency at my number one program.
I sailed through the first 6 months.
I got an awesome apartment.
I have the best coresidents.
My family is healthy.
I came out of med school induced depressed shell
I adjusted well to the lack of diversity in my program and little city
I spent my birthday with the people I love most
I completed drawing 1, painting 1 and painting 2 before residency started.
My family added a medical doctor, a nurse practitioner and another pharmacist all by the grace of God.
Best of all I no longer live in the darkness of depression. I have my days but I'm no longer in that black hole.

Keeping my fingers crossed, hoping and praying that things only get better.

I remain thankful.NaijaScorpiohttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560444965847331936.post-81058651436900813472015-12-18T20:31:00.002-06:002015-12-18T20:45:53.312-06:00JJCI was randomly thinking of when i first moved here 13 years ago

I had no clue what a Coin Laundry was. For the longest time, i couldn't figure it out. I was like, is it where they go to to wash coins? But that didn't make sense. I don't remember asking anyone but I sha found out what it meant maybe 2 years after being here.

Using the vending machine... I was in school wanting to get a snack but had no idea how. So i watched a couple of people, but wasn't exactly sure what they were doing, but didn't want to ask. Until a black chick came and used it, I figured she would be cool to ask as per her being a sista, for where. She was so snotty about it, gave me this irritated look and dismissively told me what to do. Winch

Getting soda from the soda fountain in the Cafeteria. Do i just hold the cup under the fountain or do i push something? Most of it was the fear of making a fool of myself, but again i watched and asked questions. I learned very fast that the best way to go about things was to ask QUESTIONS! I figured i can look like a fool asking you once, but i never have to ask again, so that became my default, asking questions.

Getting used to daily homework, quizzes, tests, projects in college, where you are only struggling for 20-25% of your grade in finals, as opposed to the whole grade which just one final exam like in Naija.

How open Americans are with their personal lives. I was just like these people talk too much. I still can't get over one of my classmates in an honor class was telling me and our professor (there were only 10 of us in the class and we came early) about her cheating boyfriend and the professor asked if she was sure she didn't get an STI from her boyfriend and she responded by saying thankfully, she never slept with him because he had some scion scion on his penis and she wanted him to get tested. I couldn't in a billion years imagine that conversation happening between a college professor and a student in Naija! Make dem call call you Ashewo or runs girl.

College students openly smoking during the day, both males and females, especially the females. I never saw a woman smoking in my life before coming here and the few guys i had seen smoking in naija was usually at night... under the cover of darkness. LOL. So that took a while to get used to. Color me sheltered.

Professors wanting us to call them by their first name. I could never do it, never ever. Even till today, there are some doctors who asked to be called by their first names and i go right ahead and continue calling them Dr. XYZ. Naija people and respect, it's how my brain was shaped.

Having an accent! Prior to coming here, the people who had accents to me where the deep speaking yoruba, igbo, hausa or calabar people. We had our Benin and Warri accents also. When i tell someone who grew up in Benin that someone was acting like a bini girl, they know exactly what i'm talking about and that includes the accent. Do you guys remember the recent video of a lady talking about how she used her Kpekus to make more. She was pissed and chewing gum in the video? That's a bini geh! LOL. Anyway, I was among the majority of "non accent" having Nigerian until i got here. Shock.com. At the end of the day, we all have accents. Someone should tell some Americans that.

The bland tasting fruits and weird tasting chicken. Nothing tasted right. I almost lost my love for meat because of that nonsense. I actually don't like meat as much as i used to in Naija.

In the same vein, getting used to eating large amounts of meat. In naija, you get your piece of meat and that's it. It's a wonderful day if you get two. Then i got her and you could eat only chicken for dinner if you to. Steak was the main course, with side dishes. That was so unreal. I can't lie that i didn't love it because i did. I was known for being a meat lover in my family.

Learning to make eye contact while speaking to older people. This was one of the hardest ones to get used to. It took me years and years. In Nigeria looking at someone (an older person) while they are talking /lecturing/scolding you is a sign of disrespect. So you have grown wings?! Americans on the other hand, consider you dishonest and suspicious if you don't make eye contact. It was bad!

Walking by an older people, known or unknown and not greeting them or just saying Hi! Unlike Nigerians, Americans don't care if someone they don't know doesn't greet them good morning ma or sir. A real or fake smile will suffice. This haunted me up till med school. There was this older Naija transporter (move patients around) in the hospital, and he got to know i was Nigerian, he saw my name badge and asked me. I saw him pretty regularly, most times while i was with my team. The dilemma became how to greet him, should i say Hi or Good morning Sir. Ha! I tried Hi, smile and nod but only the proper naija greeting felt right. So eventually i gave in and even in front of my team, I would greet him properly. I did get odd looks from some of the residents but i was doing what my conscience and upbringing dictated. LOL. Next time when faced with that situation, I'll just greet properly and not stress myself about Americans looking at me funny. It just didn't feel right greeting an old Naija man, hi! I didn't know him outside the hospital and it most likely wouldn't have mattered, but it's ingrained.

Mehn those early days were tough. It took me a good 2 years to adjust to being here. I was so homesick for Naija and Nigerians. I remember one day on the elevator surrounded by american classmates who never shut up of course, being so utterly irritated by the spree, spree, spree accent. I wanted to scream! Now the accents don't bother me and i'm "technically" a Nigerian-American, but I will always be Naija for life!
NaijaScorpiohttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560444965847331936.post-83992477884603097292015-12-17T16:46:00.003-06:002015-12-18T19:46:41.968-06:00IGDo you follow me on Instagram? Do I know who you are? This question is for people who I know by their blog ID but have a different name on IG. Case in point, my darling Prism was on my IG for a long time before she was nice enough to identify herself. *side eyes to you, Madam* lol. I also found out someone who I don't think is a blogger has been reading my blog for 5 years.

I want to get to know u guys. Add me, Identify yourself. You can ask, I don't bite in real life :), well 97% of the time.

Time to get ready for work.

P.S. I've had to reject requests from people who don't have any posts or followers. That's just too suspicious for this Nigerian brain. I'm really not looking for followers. Just want to know my peeps.

Jisos! Just re-read this post and the typos were out of this world. I didn't even understand myself. Typos have been fixed.NaijaScorpiohttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560444965847331936.post-75459998773302631482015-12-13T02:03:00.000-06:002015-12-13T02:03:52.290-06:00DysphoriaI'm in the hospital right now..... Just waiting. Waiting for new patients to arrive. Since this is the ED, it's not a matter of if but when. It has been crazy busy since I got here and I'm only just able to catch my breath. I don't think I'll ever be a fan of working at night.

My mood as been very wonky. Dysphoria is the best way to describe how I mostly feel. It's an uncomfortable feeling. There was a recent editorial in JAMA talking about depression in Residents. It was forwarded to us at our program. That same evening my mom asked me if I had heard about the article and if it was true. I said yes. She said she couldn't understand why residents would be depressed because we just finished medical school and this should be the best time of our lives. In my head, I was just like you are talking to a depressed resident. I just told her that it was very stressful both physically and mentally.

One of the things I've been struggling a lot with lately is feeling like I don't know myself. I spent the last 4-5 years pretty much isolated socially, first because of how med school is set up with the constant studying, then eventually getting depressed where I was just trying to make it from one day to the next. I literally lost myself. But the sadness and depression and keeping to myself was familiar. I recognized that person. From time to time I would recall being very silly and goofy before med school. Times when i would spontaneously break into dance with my brother. Chatting nonsensical comical shit to friends. Constant baiting of and banter with friends. Those become distant memories of someone I could no longer recognise as myself.

Now that I'm in residency, while I'm not LA LA LA happy, I'm not caught up in the throes of depression. I hang out with friends and surprise surprise I'm often the life of the party. I've gained a reputation in my program for providing comic relief but I say what everyone is thinking but afraid to say or I'm just blunt.

People actually like me and want to hang out with me. Patients love me.....I had a 19 yr old tell me today that I'm the best doctor she's ever had and she wants to keep coming back to the ED just to see me. This is someone who could not wait to leave when she first arrived because she hates hospitals and going to the doctor. In all of these interactions I am myself. But I don't recognize this self. It's a weird feeling, not because I'm an unlikable person and I'm surprised people like me but because I'm not as introverted and uncomfortable around people/preferring my solitude as I used to be.

Part of that is learning to survive in Medicine. You have to be a people person and be comfortable dealing with new people all the time.......

***Ended up not completing the post yesterday because work.....

Lost my train of thought, so I'll just post as is.NaijaScorpiohttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560444965847331936.post-51777945486362362332015-12-10T11:00:00.000-06:002015-12-10T11:00:05.771-06:00Fucking Liar!
Just found out that my pain in the neck patient and patient's mother

are fucking liars

thanks to finally getting records

I can't stand people who purposefully

set out to lie,manipulate and bully their way

into getting what they want

even though it's not safe for them

This person made me lose sleep because

i was worried about giving the best care

without giving them what they were requesting

because it could freaking kill them

Not knowing from their first visit they were lying to me

After they will go around saying doctors don't care

Fuck that!

Here's to all the enablers out there

It's not love if you support someone

in doing something that might eventually

end their life.

Fucking liars!

But guess what,

I still have to be professional and treat them like everyone else

Give them the best care possible.

But at least i can put save my empathy for someone

who actually deserves it

NaijaScorpiohttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560444965847331936.post-1504679627018249492015-11-30T22:48:00.001-06:002015-11-30T22:52:07.263-06:00Chei Today, I was just minding my business o, walking past a Nursing station when a PA loudly asked
"Do you guys think NaijaScorpio's hair is real?" I slowed down and responded "Maybe it is, maybe it isn't" and he said "It's so shiny". I was like "hey, you can never tell with a black woman's hair" and kept walking away. There were at least 5 people in that nursing station, all white of course. I walked to my computer and was trying to make sense of what just happened. Was i embarrassed or offended? Should i make it a thing or just overlook it? I really didn't know what to make of it. Then the guy who is actually really nice and friendly, actually comes over to meet me and was like "Is it really your hair?" And touches my hair!!!! He's like "is it how it naturally is?"

Mind you, I wear a wig! It's a short wig which looks pretty much how my hair was before i stopped perming it. I actually have been dealing with alopecia since 2012, which is why i shave my head from time to time. But i am not about to be telling this Man this in freaking public. So i tell him, i have a perm. He's like why didn't you tell me, it's genetics and this is naturally how your hair is?" Then he's like, so is your hair really curly and i said yes, really tight curls. He's like you should wear it like that. Then he's like, don't mind me, this is just hair envy, while pointing to his bald head.

While i decided not to be offended (what's the point?), this dude was freaking offensive and oblivious to life! My wig is short and nothing out of the ordinary. I swear it looks exactly like my permed hair which was "shiny" after i got a perm. If I wasn't BLACK, would he question for a second if that was my real hair? Loudly, in front of people. Chei, I've suffered. Before my hair started falling out (thanks med school), I never wore a weave or wig and hardly braided my hair. I went to the hair salon every 4-6 weeks, wrapped my hair every night and loved it.

But regardless, even if this was my first choice, why is it okay for some white man to question the authenticity of my hair so comfortably. He is so lucky that not only have I mellowed out, It was in a professional setting. I've gotten so used to being the only black person around in most settings, I don't remember I'm the only black person, until shit like this happens. I worked 10 hours today and was in the hospital for a total of 12 hours (the last 2 hours spent gisting ) and I only saw 3 other black people the entire time. 2 were cleaners and one was a patient, just to give you an idea of how "diverse" this city is.

It's okay, Wig, we will be fine. Forget the rude man. In my past life, I probably would have slapped him when he came and TOUCHED my hair. NaijaScorpiohttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560444965847331936.post-85455886235709640342015-11-29T01:21:00.002-06:002015-11-29T01:27:26.430-06:00CommunityI'm on call tonight. I can never sleep when i'm on call and my post call day is always a wasted day. My mood is just mehhh.... I finally finished all my clinic notes. I had one still left over from 2 weeks ago (real bad joe jackson) and had only done 2 from this week. It feels good to be done with notes and inbasket messages. One of my patients has almost driven me to drink. I swear down. Deep breaths.....

I feel generally uneasy right now. Life is just blah. Hopefully I can get in with zee therapist sometime soon. I hadn't wanted to have to make the drive to see him, but i think i need to. I have to get the mind polished. Med school did this to me. Sighhhhh...... Anxiety and depression. None of them are angry right now, but the depression seems to be mildly irritated, so i have to take care of it.

I didn't get the magnitude of what was going on with Sugabelly's story until last night when i was on Stella, then BellaNaija. I've been blogging since 2007 and have read Sugabelly's blog since 2007 or 2008. This story is not new to me or anyone who has been reading Sugabelly's blog. The fact that it has turned into this scandal right now is because the wicked do not go unpunished and Karma was waiting for the right time to strike. It's just unfortunate that she has to deal with this with the whole naija watching.

One of the things that stuck out to me was the dude saying Sugabelly was a blogger with a failing blog or a blog that wasn't doing well (i don't remember his exact words)and was doing this for the attention. I laughed. Sugabelly is one of the last few old time naija bloggers who still blog. I don't think she qualifies as a "blogger" in that sense which to most Naija people mean a gossip, entertainment, news blogger a la Linda Ikeji. This is one of the main reasons I chose not to monetize my blog and go in that direction. This is just my space in the internet for me to do as i please. I don't ever want to be bothered about traffic, content, audience and what not. I'm not here for that. Although, I have been referred to as a failed blogger by an Ignoramus on a certain blog that shall remain nameless. Not everyone who blogs is looking for money or fame. This is just an outlet for me to share my thoughts.

 At a time like this, I really miss no longer having that community of naija bloggers who blogged to connect and look for each other because that is what Sugabelly needs right now. I am so concerned about her well being. Behind the screen is a real human being and I am very worried about her. Yes, I have reached out to her but I'm just one person. She needs to be enveloped in love and support right now, because this can't be easy for her. This is not what anyone would want the whole Nigeria to know her for.At least before, she was just Sugabelly, now her legal name is out for the world to see. Anonymity completely blown. Even the strongest person would be affected by this. You all know how judgmental we can be, although i have been encouraged by comments on Bellanaija and Stella. Fear no let me go Nairaland, I can only expect a shit show over there. Madam Linda Ikeji has been noticeably silent on this issue. I don't have power to talk about that ones matter right now.

Put aside your judgement and remember you are dealing with a human being. As for me, I make no judgments, we all have our shit, some people are just better at hiding it than others. I pray that Sugabelly is able to rise above this and become the person she was put on this earth to be. This is one of the instances in which it helps to say "everything happens for a reason". Don't let life break you, don't let them win.NaijaScorpiohttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560444965847331936.post-38336070224567681062015-11-21T18:13:00.001-06:002015-11-22T09:28:22.514-06:00LOL momentI am currently watching a movie on irokotv Stellar, and this dude wants to date a lady and she said

"..... I'm older than you". He's like, "says who? Besides it's 2015, people are having gender reassignment surgery and you are here talking about age".

I just about died with laughter. That was so funny to me.

My people, i'm not sure what is worrying me o! Whether it's SAD or my enemies in the village, I had a meltdown in clinic yesterday. I've not really been sleeping for almost 2 weeks now, because I can't seem to leave my patients at work. I carry them home with me (mentally) and i'm constantly ruminating about things especially regarding a certain patient. I had clinic all day yesterday, I got there on time. We usually have patient care conference before clinic starts at 9am, but I just couldn't imagine making it through the day without speaking to someone. I was at the point of welling up with tears intermittently out of the blue.

In our clinic, we have a switchboard which we press when we get to clinic, and your name lights up so everyone knows who is available. I saw that our PD was around, so instead of going into the clinic, i went downstairs to the admin offices. I didn't see him in his office and everywhere was pretty much empty as it was still very early. As i was going back upstairs, I saw one of the ladies in who works in the program office, the same lady I have cried to in the past, and she was like, you look so pretty. I just shook my head and couldn't even talk cos i felt like crying.

Long story short, she asked me into her office, i used half of the kleenex in the box, she stepped out, came back, then another lady came in to tell me they had assigned my morning patients to another resident. I was like what..... They said it's okay, you are family, we need you to be okay. When my PD got out of his meeting, he asked to see me, said he would be honored to talk to me. I went to see him and we talked about my issues and he gave me a lot of helpful suggestions on how to cope with the things that were bothering me, including how to deal with certain types of patients. I shared my concern about not wanting to be seen as been incapable of handling my stuff and he said it actually looks better if i ask for help when i need it.

I was just like wow! I couldn't have ended up in a better residency program. I ranked 19 programs, and this was my first choice, not because it's a top-shot prestigious academic program which it is not or it was the "best" ranked program, which is it also not, or it was close to home, which it is DEFINITELY not, but because it was the best program that i interviewed in for me. I was drawn to how committed they were(seemed) to their resident's wellbeing, the obvious warmth of the faculty and staff and I got that "feeling" they tell you to look out for when interviewing. The feeling of "this is my place, I will fit in here, I could be happy here". It's from the gut and sometimes it's difficult to explain to someone else.

I changed my rank list, multiple times, but i never changed my first choice. I had some buyer's remorse after i matched there (LOL, human beings) but it appears I made the right choice for me. Everyone is so chill and nice. I told my PD weeks ago, that our call room at a certain hospital needs Jesus aka a makeover and he told me to come up with a proposal with all the things we would like, check to make sure other residents are on board and he will submit the proposal to the CEO of the hospital. I've also lobbied for our white coats to be dry cleaned when we are on the medicine service and he is working on that. After crying in his office, i left with one of his stethoscopes. LOL. I borrowed it cos mine has been missing for a month. They are that approachable or maybe I need to be more afraid of people. I don't know.

I'm definitely getting my happy light and follow my PD's suggestion of writing more....in my journal because like i have mentioned, I can't write about patients online. He asked me if i still blogged, i said not as often, so that's something i can work on, hence this post (i guess). I think it will give me a much needed outlet. I blogged a lot in med school without blogging about med school, so i can blog without blogging about work.

All i'm asking from you guys is to be present. Be present, ladies and gentlemen and don't let me use my EDO powers on you. LOL.

Back to my movie, Stellar, then it's The Duplex afterwards. My sister said it's really good. It seemed like a horror movie so i didn't want to watch it, but she said it's not.

ETA: I watched 24:22 mins of The Duplex and I'm done! It seems like a horror movie! My lying ass sister. She gave me the impression that the dude was being pranked by his wife. Lies!!!NaijaScorpiohttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560444965847331936.post-8558301823030503922015-11-14T21:37:00.003-06:002015-11-14T21:37:31.399-06:00Age
How old would you be, if you didn't know how old you are?

I don't feel like my age at all.

It doesn't help that i don't look my age

PLUS

I was a professional student

and i continue to be a student of sorts.

But at the end of the day,

Age is really just a number.

You are as old as you feel.

Although what would your physical exam read

 Looks stated age, appears older than stated age or

appears younger than stated age

I have seen some patients in their late 90s look

at least 20 years younger.

No lie.

More often than not,

It is appears older than stated age

Take care of your body,

don't smoke, drink excessively, stay out of the sun,

don't do drugs, take preventive care serious, be physically active,

eat a healthy diet , stay hydrated

and

keep your fingers crossed

and hopefully, your body will serve you well in your old age.

On a different note,

I had the worst clinic day in the history of residency.

I never thought i could lose empathy and get fed up of/with a patient

Sigh................
NaijaScorpiohttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560444965847331936.post-10431129007437732742015-11-13T03:13:00.001-06:002015-11-13T03:23:32.749-06:00Massages Awake at 2:11 am, thanks to secondary insomnia. It was cold in my apartment when i got back from work yesterday, so i cranked up the heat to almost 80. Due to the fact that i haven't seen the Sun in over a week, I'm starting to act all SADish (seasonal affective disorder), so these days i've been going to bed early even though i have TONS of work that's overdue. After having a mini meltdown over nothing, I took myself to bed and woke up at 11:30pm, pretty much boiling under my blanket. I turned down my heat to 70, opened my window and almost 3 hours later my eyes are still shining. I have a full day of clinic tomorrow, so I figured i should be a responsible human being for once in my life and actually prep for clinic. I've been getting by so far without prepping, but i'm starting to get some complicated patients tthat give me a headache even when i'm not at work and with a full schedule, I run the risk of running behind if I don't have my act together. I can't complain sha cos there's never a boring day.

Within the last 10 days, I have gotten 2 massages on my head and neck, free of charge. The first was from one of the lab ladies in clinic and the second was from my dentist. Apparently, all you need to do is have a severe tooth infection needing an emergency root canal. I went to the lab last week to ask if they had a heating pad as i was about to pass out from my tooth pain, someone not only gave me her heating pad, one of the ladies went downstairs to heat it up for me, while another one asked me to sit down and massaged my neck and jaw which would have been heavenly if i wasn't in so much pain but it was so helpful. I ended up having to leave clinic to get a root canal after one of the program coordinators pretty much strong armed the dentist's office into seeing me not only that day, but right away. The dentist and his staff were so nice. I have been very lucky with the people down here.

So i went back yesterday to have the permanent filling done (i didn't need a crown since i already have a bridge over that tooth) and my jaw was killing me. I was having more pain from jaw than from the tooth that was being worked on. This awesome dentist felt my jaw and saw it was inflamed and gave me an amazing jaw massage. I was like, I'm telling everyone to come here, this is the best service ever. LOL. He's like i don't do this for everyone. There was nothing skeevy about the jaw massage, btw. He had two assistants in the room and it was totally appropriate or at least I didn't get any weird vibes from it. I was like all i need to do from now on is have issues with my teeth to get massages and he's like no, just pretend. LOL. But teeth pain is a biatch! I didn't sleep for 2 nights. I have never been in so much pain in my life. I contemplated going to the ER at one point during night 2. The next morning (which was the day i ended up getting the root canal), I was crying as i was driving to go to work. The pain was brutal, radiating up to my temple, towards my ear and down my jaw. My village people really mean me, this time.

I need to go look for the HappyLight on amazon and send the link to the lucky recipient of my last out of the blue, non-PMS meltdown to get it for me PLUS flowers and he didn't even do anything (at least not recently). In case you are wondering, no, he's not a potential horseband, he's just the Mr. Big to my Carrie (as someone likes to call him). I'm still single and currently tired of human beings in general. Everyone needs massive loads of Jesus. I can't even imagine meeting someone new and trying to date them, that requires the kind of power I don't have right now.

I dey go sleep. After i have shared my life finish, all you day time witches and wizards who read this blog will just waka pass as if i'm talking to myself. Mschewwwwwwwww....................

BTW, don't think i didn't notice most of you decided to pocket my "Happy Birthday", only 7 human beings wished me a happy birthday on this blog. What have i not seen in this life? To wish me happy birthday, una no fit. Dem don dey sell am for market abi wetin? Imagine if i start asking for gifts, you people will take the post and stone me abi? I would say the usual it is well, but na lie! All of you, possess zero fear of God! Common happy birthday....

On that note, I bid you good day.!!!! I don vex. Make una contunue. I will deal with you people later.

I love you too!

Bye!
NaijaScorpiohttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560444965847331936.post-87894910137716065442015-11-08T02:18:00.000-06:002015-11-08T02:29:21.706-06:00Not Balling Segun Pryme is a bone in my throat, walahi....Always harassing me about one thing or the other. Yesterday, It was how I haven't responded to the comments on my last post wishing me Happy Birthday. Please take time out and look at those comments to see if he left one. Anyway, thank you to everyone who took the time and effort to leave a comment wishing me a happy birthday. I really appreciate it. It was the best birthday I have had in a long, long, long time because i was able to spend it with family. I ended up having a kids party, because why not?

It really was an excuse to have a party for my nieces and we had a lot of fun. They had the magic candles on my cake to blow out to their heart's content. Every birthday, someone ends up crying because the other blew out their birthday candle. Apparently, there are candles that reignite after they are blown out and it takes multiple attempts to completely blow them out. The kids really had fun with that.It was a hello kitty and dora party AKA I used the decorations they already had at home. I got my favorite cheesecake (because my lazy ass did not order the cake on time), there was a pinata which the kids had fun trying to break open, that thing was hella strong and there was nigerian music of course. It really was a small family thing but everyone was happy and had fun and that made me happy.

Going back to my last post and the bone in my throat called Segun Pryme, I guess saying i'm no longer broke can be interpreted as me saying i'm now a baller. I laugh in Japanese. Abeg, let me clarify.....I'm no longer broke, means exactly what you read. I'm no longer broke. I'm a resident so i'm not making doctor money and rolling in dough. But when you come from having to survive on so little for 6 months at a time to getting paid EVERY MONTH, no matter how small, that's a huge deal. I cannot emphasize how broke i was in med school, but from July 2014 - July 2015 was the worst because I not only got less funds, I had to make it work for not only living expenses but also interviewing cost, hence by brief foray into professional driving (I drove to a lot of my interviews, the longest being 6.5 hours which turned into an 8 hr drive back thanks to being stuck in traffic in a particular city that shall forever remain nameless. Sheesh! ).

The struggle was real sha. Buying groceries stopped being a thing, although my fridge is almost always empty anyway regardless of the state of my wallet. I became very friendly with Great Value Walmart brand,except for their cornflakes. Since i still had use for my teeth, I refrained from buying that again. I'm one of those people who can eat the same thing for a week and be okay. As long as i had some stew, beans and sometimes plantain, I was good to go. I just needed to be able to pay my rent and bills and the rest took care of itself. I ditched my line and joined my sister's phone plan. So i didn't have to pay a phone bill anymore which was so helpful. I had finished paying off my car last year so that was one less major bill to worry about. My credit card debt increased exponentially, the highest it has ever been, because i was spending more and only paying the minimum payment. But a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. I had some lucky breaks along the way. Getting reimbursed by the state for interviewing at a certain number of programs, my ceiling collapsing and not having to pay rent in June (I could have sued the landlord for a lot more, but I don't go chasing after stress), friends who took me grocery shopping multiple times or who got me stuff whenever they went grocery shopping, getting some money after my sister got her tax return etc etc etc etc

My residency program did not help matters. We started orientation June 10th, but did not get paid until July 31st. That was a platinum level of brokeness at that point. It was unbelievable. Thank God for credit cards sha. To go from all of that, to getting paid regularly is simply awesome. So instead of being a "baller", it simply means I no longer have to worry about paying rent, bills or getting groceries. I can now start paying off my credit card debt and not only that, my parents get paid when i get paid. It's really just a small token but it makes me happy to be able to do that.

 I'm completely ignoring my med school loans until next year. Thankfully, I have very good prospects for being able to pay them off.

So no oga Segun, I'm not balling o. I'm just thankful.

When he is not harrassing my life, Oga Segun Pryme is a devoted husband, father, seasoned comedian (not just on IG :) and event MC. Check him out on IG, Youtube and Facebook @segunpryme

He also blogs at Infonubia.com

Come ooooo.....Segun, e be like say you eat small winch, cos when i started this post i had no intention of promoting you like this, but i'm proud of your accomplishments. Let it be known before you become world famous, that i knew you when you had less than 100 IG followers, now you are at almost 8000. Watch out world.......

NaijaScorpiohttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560444965847331936.post-68678319714552063192015-10-29T05:45:00.001-05:002015-10-29T05:45:15.891-05:00October 29th
Happy Birthday to me!

The lord has been good to me.

I can't complain.

I ate white yam straight from Naija for the first time in years yesterday.

On the last day of every month I get paid.

Me and Brokeness are no longer BFF's

I love my residency program.

My coresidents are awesome sauce. They think I'm a riot.

I love living in my little city and my cozy apartment .

This morning my sister woke me up with gifts.

My 6 year old niece showered me with hugs and kisses

My 3 year old niece sang me happy birthday

My mom prayed for me

I get to celebrate my birthday surrounded by the people who love me!

Unconditionally...

What a blessing!

I have come so far from where I was the last couple of years.

What more can I ask for?

I remain thankful.
NaijaScorpiohttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560444965847331936.post-63315095168588879562015-10-27T10:57:00.001-05:002015-10-27T11:17:07.749-05:00Anonymous ConfessionsMy favorite blog is Stella dimiko korkus. I've been reading her blog since 2007. I remember years ago when someone hacked her blog and closed it because she posted something they didn't like. She's always been an original and I love how blunt she is. She can spit fire which I love but I think she has toned it down a bit. I was happy when she finally got the type of traffic her blog deserves and she has been doing good things on that blog.

She recently put up a couple of posts asking people to confess anonymously. My dear, I don read, I don tire. Forget the numerous abortions and sleeping around, there was even a murder confession and someone who cooks for her husband with menstrual blood.

After reading those comments, I officially declare myself Jesus's baby sister, seated specially on the right hand corner of God. Even with all my unbelieving, non church going ways, I now by the power vested in me by me, declare myself a saint. Henceforth, I will be known as St. Sting.

Wat!!!! Ha! I haven't lived life o. See what medicine has done to me. I just chuckin myself for one corner dey read book, bad I no see do. Walahi. Now I know why Christianity has bale up the average Nigerian. When dem don commit finish, dem go say, but God has forgiven me. This God too good o.

May God forgive us all.

Now how can I get rid of this good girl image? It's too late to sleep around for money or use abortion as birth control cos any belle wey I get, sorry child, prepare to enter this evil world.

The thing wey dey pain me pass be say these are the most judgemental people. Na dem holy pass. As someone rightly said, na cemetary dey their closet.

I try not to be judgemental because we all have our cross to bear, but how on earth can someone have not 1, not 2, not 3, not 4 but 8 abortions? What the fuck is wrong with you? Get on fucking birth control for God sake. I'm pro-choice but God damn! After you will turn around and say God has forgiven you. You are so lucky I'm not God because I'll take those products of conception and slap you with them before I forgive you. Go buy some condoms, get on the pill, get an IUD, read, educate yourself about contraception, there's no excuse for that mess, because as much as we like to sugar coat it, that's a child that's not coming into this world for a frivolous reason. Fuck you for that shit.

Excuse the cussing, I tried really hard not to but that one just pisses me off. 8, 9, 10 abortions?! Abortion is not supposed to be used a birth control. If you can find someone to perform an abortion, then u can find someone to put you on birth control. Please fear the God that you want to forgive you. Still sorry for him small.

As for the one cooking with menstrual blood, no amount of Jesus will save that one.NaijaScorpiohttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560444965847331936.post-13459712595889561022015-10-26T15:53:00.002-05:002015-10-26T15:53:28.842-05:0013 yearsOctober 26th, 2002, I arrived in JFK, New York. Inappropriately dressed for the weather. We missed our flight from LaGuardia to Atlanta because we were stopped for a random search of our luggage at check-in. That was the first day I was nicely asked if I spoke English. At that point, I just wanted the whole traveling ordeal to be over.

We had taken a direct flight from Lagos to new York, on what would turn out to be the last direct flight by Nigerian airways. By the time we got to LaGuardia, I was exhausted, hungry and in physical pain. We finally made it to Atlanta, where all the houses looked liked stuff you world expect to see in story books. They didn't look real, I was curious and unimpressed.

Time to eat and nothing tasted right. The fruits, meat everything was off. I remember being disgusted by chicken nuggets and ketchup. The bananas and oranges were off, the only similarities was the look. The taste of chicken was nauseating. My dad laughed at all my food complaints and said you will get used to it.

It took me two years to come to terms with living in America. My life in Nigeria was pretty good and I was homesick a lot. Everything was different, including working part-time and going to school. Will and Grace saved me and stopped me from going into depression. I missed Nigeria with an ache that got worse with each passing year. Home was Benin-city, Nigeria.

Until one day, I don't know when it happened, I stopped missing Naija. The ache went away and like a thief that crept up in the night, home became Atlanta.

13 years to the day I came to America, I'm sitting in an airport, waiting to board a flight home and I couldn't be happier.NaijaScorpiohttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560444965847331936.post-27196415690893998302015-10-25T22:30:00.004-05:002015-10-25T22:30:49.997-05:00The VerdictAfter my one week mostly mental "quest", I have decided I'm not cut out for the "I'm looking for a man life". My last post made me think about what I really want. I'm finally finding some peace in my life and I'm really not looking to complicate my life right now.

I'll just live life and see what happens. My goal is not to get married but to find happiness in whatever form that takes.

Vacation loading....

As always, I remain thankful.NaijaScorpiohttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560444965847331936.post-67872248638892845802015-10-19T00:51:00.001-05:002015-10-19T06:34:50.728-05:00I dey Find Horseband! My maama don tell me yesterday say make i start to dey look for husband. I'm like, "look for?!!!", where do you want me to start looking? I ask am say whether she realize say na only oyibo people full where i dey, if she ready to accept oyibo SIL....??!!!! LOL. I know her too well. She hesitated then said they get divorced too easily. I was like, mother....everyone gets divorced too easily these days, leave that thing. She was now like, okay you need to find someone who is head over heels in love with you.....her exact words. Because they would love you and accept you how you are. You also need to start calming down.... Haba maama, I'm trying. I'm my grandmother's grandchild. Fire breathing warrior dragon :)

I would like to think i have calmed down considerably. Some of that had to do with maturity and a lot of it had to do with being completely sapped of all excess energy and fire by the time i was done with med school. But, it's still there. I saw something on blogger yesterday that made me go from 0 to 100 in 0.5secs, I was already about to take action before i realised i had misunderstood the situation. Jesus be an icebox in my life, like for real.

Anyway, back to the matter at hand, I don't know if i am exactly ready to be someone's wife but the idea of it has stopped being so repulsive to me. I can actually picture it in my head and this just happened for the first time in August, when I was looking at pictures on pinterest and had an aha moment.

 I was chatting with my secondary school BFF a couple of days ago and she was like, it would be like a dream but i would be married by this time next year. I was like abeg o, i no wan use dream enter marriage. I need to be wide awake for this one. If the dude is not my best friend, there's no marriage happening. This is the only family member I get to pick, so why in the world would I be asleep/dreaming going into it? I can't join the let's keep our fingers crossed and hope for the best, I'll just marry the next dude club. Mba nu.

The thing I am having an issue coming to terms with and would more than likely be a huge adjustment for me, is having to live with someone. Like, I will have to see this dude every day and night in the same space, same bed. God forbid he snores. That one na everlasting punishment but God in heaven knows if i end up with someone who snores i will not hesitate to get my own room. If there's a master bedroom i get to have it because he is the one who snores, besides i will more than likely need the space.

How do people combine all their stuff into one closet? I won't be able to watch the shows i want when i want? Will i now be expected to take care of another human being? Most of the time, my fridge is empty. I cook when i want to and get by on cereal for dinner a lot of times. The more i write about this the more i'm getting turned off by the idea of getting married, so let me just stop now while i'm ahead.

So I'm accepting applications from single eligible bachelors. Slide into my DM :), as one dude told me yesterday. No be only slide into my DM. But i never dey beg o so i can be a chooser.

Manna does not fall from heaven so we are being proactive here.

I no dey joke o. But let us all respect ourselves in this matter, look yourself well first before you decide wetin you wan do. Please and thank you.

I will let you all know how this quest my mother has sent me on turns out.NaijaScorpiohttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560444965847331936.post-33912955998930403842015-10-17T23:45:00.001-05:002015-10-17T23:45:05.155-05:00Unbeliever?
The greatest single cause of atheism in the world today is Christians who acknowledge Jesus with their lips and walk out the door and deny Him by their lifestyle.

That is what an unbelieving world simply finds unbelievable

 Bennan Manning

A very nice Lady I just met while we were having a conversation asked me if i was a believer. I was taken aback, because no one has ever asked me that question before and I didn't even know "Are you a believer?" could be asked as a question. I'm serious. How am I supposed to answer that?! Are you a christian, would have been less surprising to me. Anyway, while i was caught off guard by the question, even though I knew saying No would be odd an, I couldn't say yes. I don't remember exactly how what i said but i probably sputtered incoherently, but she noticed my obvious discomfort and was like it's okay. Then i said i have my issues with religion. This is an awesome Naija lady who is prominent in the naija community in the city i just moved to and i know Naija people and how important religion is, even though i would have liked to make a good impression, I just can't lie about that. Anyway, it doesn't seem to have affected her impression of me, because she still calls me to come get food :)

I don't know what i am really. Atheist, Agnostic, in between, christian, or student of the world? Maybe more student of the world because as time has passed i have found myself uncomfortable saying i am a christian (they actually ask you that in some hospitals) because i don't believe (Ha! Madam unbeliever). But the issue is what don't i believe in? God, Jesus or the religion? I think it's more the religious aspect of religion (hahaha) that i am not geling with. The Bible contains a lot of contradictory things especially in the old testament and I don't like how it seems to be so open to subjective interpretation. There's just too much chaos going on. I think some books of the bible are awesome, containing sound principles and teachings but what of the ones that are just off. Do we just pick and chose what to pay attention to? What about the books of the bible that are not included in the bible most people have? What about the vast majority of Christians who pick and chose what practices to abide by?

Then when i see certain representatives of Christ aka Men of God, I just give up! Add to that the general mentality of their flock, I'm just done. Case closed. Period. The End! Nothing to write home about. It's all over. Close the book, moving on!

I went to church for the first time in 4 years in July. It was quick and dirty, 1 hr 15mins just how i like it but I just wasn't feeling it. I like the praise and worship but the whole thing was just off to me.

 I'm open to listening, learning, trying but at all times I will always be true to myself. I haven't gone back to Church. I don't know when next i will, maybe the next time I'm invited again, because that's how i ended up in church in the first place. I still love Joel Osteen and his teaching but i haven't listened or read anything from him in years.

I was thinking to myself the other day, how i have never wanted a God fearing man, like most people i know. I'm so random and off and weird but that's okay. LOL. I just want a normal person. When the thought occurred to me, I was just like, Girl you need Jesus. This actually happens to currently be my favorite saying "xyz needs Jesus". My co-residents now know me for that. LOL.

Religion is actually a pain in the ass if you ask me. Look at what crazy people have reduced islam too. Islam is supposed to be a religion of peace, but certain lunatics have hijacked it for their own cause. I can't freaking believe we have a terrorist group in Nigeria, with parents sending their little daughters and sons to be suicide bombers. The whole world has gone to hell in a hand basket.

NaijaScorpiohttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560444965847331936.post-37587149125340963972015-10-06T20:41:00.000-05:002015-10-06T20:52:19.261-05:00Useless blogger So according to Segun Pryme i'm a useless blogger. Vex no let me vex because na me find trouble. I don start to dey vex wan curse my blog readers, naim Segun give me the washing of my life up to the extent of saying my last post, from post enter poem. But he's right......

I blog infrequently

I almost never respond to comments

I can write without saying anything

Na me really useless pass.

I'm hampered by the following

I really can't blog about work/patients due to this thing called HIPAA

I typically don't blog about the people in my life. It saves a whole lot of future stress. I prefer to keep my thoughts about certain things and situations in my head.

I can't blog at work; don't have the time and wouldn't want to access my blog from a work computer anyway.

When i get home, the last thing i want to do is blog

I'm not necessarily an anonymous blogger so i am very conscious of what i share on this blog.

TIME, TIME, TIME.... I don't have time to blog.

I have lost whatever connection i had to my blog readers so there's no pull to blog. It would be easier to be consistent if I felt connected to my audience.

Does anyone really care? I would seriously LOVE to know. Who is reading? Why do you keep reading? What would you like to read about? What are you curious about me and my life that you would love to know?

I would really love to know who still reads this blog besides the few souls who still comment regularly.

Segun abeg, abeg, abeg!!!!! you don't count because as much as you harass me about not blogging or responding to comments, I haven't seen your brake light here in forever, so park well.

I'm supposed to be looking up the current literature on preoperative antibiotics for shoulder arthroplasty. Hate on a stick.com! I'm finding lots of awesome articles but what i actually need!!!!!!! NaijaScorpiohttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560444965847331936.post-64176639018804961812015-09-30T19:06:00.003-05:002015-09-30T19:06:38.338-05:00Stories
I want to blog, but don't know which story to tell.

But the stories....

they are plenty!

It no longer feels weird to introduce myself as

Dr. Sting

I pronounced my first death

and cried while doing it

silent tears

because we had gone on this journey together

The patient, his family and I

I saw the true meaning of the statement made by Patch Adams

"You treat a disease, you win, you lose.

You treat a person,

I guarantee you, you'll win

no matter what the outcome"

Truer words have never been spoken.

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Surrounded by students from Crossett Brook Middle School, Gov. Peter Shumlin and Green Mountain Power President Mary Powell turn on the new solar array at the school Thursday in Duxbury. The 480-panel, 157-kilowatt installation can produce enough electricity for about 30 homes and is expected to save the school thousands of dollars in electricity costs.
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Dustin Johnson's victory in the WGC at Doral catapulted him into the top 10 of the World Golf Rankings for the first time in months, and has spurred talk that he's the one true rival for Rory McIlroy. Maybe so, but McIlroy—even playing poorly by his standards last week (14 bogeys, 2 doubles and a 3-iron into the water) managed a top-10 finish and maintained a solid hold on the number-one ranking, the 71st week he's held that position. World number two Bubba Watson, by finishing second at Doral, gained a bit of ground on McIlroy, but the gap between Rory and Bubba remains huge—not quite the kind of gap Tiger enjoyed during his heyday but a big one nonetheless. Currently, the point difference between McIlroy and Watson is about the same as between Watson and Patrick Reed whose world ranking is 17th. So if Dustin Johnson—or Bubba or Messrs. Day, Scott, Fowler, Spieth, or anyone else—is going to challenge for the No. 1 spot, he will likely need to win at least two or three more events before Rory adds another title. Unlikely.
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Set in a quiet hamlet, this cosy detached holiday property is near Tours, with its riverbanks, cathedral, museums, famous gardens including the old quarter full of pavement bars and restaurants. It is furnished and decorated to a good standard with modern comforts tastefully designed to blend in. This delightful area is steeped in history and surrounded by charming villages and famous châteaux including Chenonceaux, Amboise, and the medieval town of Loches with its ancient royal prison, cobbled streets and markets. The region is famous for its wines, visit Montlouis and Vouvray for wine tastings. NB: The discreet owners live next door. There may be B&B guests in a room on the first floor.
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This pretty, terraced, stone holiday cottage is spacious and beautifully decorated. Featuring exposed beams and stonework and a wood-burning stove in the living room, there is a warm and cosy atmosphere. Situated in Dame-Marie-les-Bois, this property provides the ideal base for a large family or group of friends wanting to explore the surrounding areas. There is also the added benefit of a shared outdoor swimming pool, perfect for cooling off on hot summers days. Dame-Marie-les-Bois is a small town of 891 wooded acres that provides a relaxing base and an ideal starting point for exploring the castles of the Loire, including Château de Chaumont-sur-Loire 13km, Château de Chenonceau 22km and Château de Blois 23km. Also worth a visit is the Cathedral of Saint Gatien, 29km. For day trips further afield, guests will enjoy Tours, 37km, Orleans, 90km and Le Mans, 116km. Fishing 3km.
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text: By Leo Cutting, Contributing Reporter RIO DE JANEIRO, BRAZIL – It is December, the days are getting longer, the weather is getting hotter and, however counter intuitively for readers from the Northern Hemisphere, this can only mean one thing, Christmas is coming. One place where Christmas is already in full swing is Gramado, located in Rio Grande do Sul, this small city has been the self proclaimed capital of Christmas in Brazil for more than twenty years. Fireworks at the Nativitaten in Gramado, photo by Cleiton Thiele/SerraPress. The festival of Natal Luz de Gramado (Gramado's Christmas of Light) was originally born out of a single candlelit concert held 27 years ago in the city. So positive was the response from the public to this one performance that Gramado's town hall added more and more events in subsequent years. When many of these new events took on a Christmas theme, Natal Luz de Gramado was born and has now grown to become one of the world's most extravagant Christmas celebrations. "The festival began in early November and will continue right through December before coming to an end on the 13th of January. During this period more than 500 festive events and presentations will be held," explains a Gramado town hall spokesperson. One of the festival's main events is the Nativitaten, a spectacular floating show held in the center of the Joaquina Rita Bier Lake. This performance combines opera, circus acts and fireworks (which reflect magnificently on the surface of the lake) to wow the crowds. Contestants decorate their trees during the Tannenbaumfest, photo by Cleiton Thiele/SerraPress. The Nativitaten will be held a remarkable 21 times during this year's Natal Luz de Gramado which means that anyone visiting is likely to have a chance of seeing it. While it is possible for members of the public to watch this event free of charge, the best seats are reserved for ticket holders. Another popular event during Natal Luz de Gramado is the Tannenbaumfest. This fun competition sees Gramado's local businesses lavishly decorate Christmas trees which line the city's Avenida Borges de Medeiros. Competitors employ a wide variety of Christmas themes in an attempt to impress the judges of the competition and, while the judging has already taken place, the trees will remain on public display until the end of the festival. Other events which take place during the festival include various Christmas parades, classical and rock music concerts, a reindeer painting contest as well as Christmas themed dramatic performances. Natal Luz de Gramado's busy schedule and repeating events make it easy to catch the best of the action during the holiday season. The city's extravagant decorations provide a magical atmosphere which is sure to fill visitors with Christmas cheer. The easiest way to travel to Gramado from Rio de Janeiro is to fly to Porto Alegre and, from there, take a two hour bus ride through Rio Grande do Sul's mountains to Gramado. For anyone in Brazil looking to really get into the Christmas spirit this year, Natal Luz de Gramado may be just what Santa ordered, find out more at their web site. 5 Responses to "Gramado, Brazil's Christmas Capital" jennifer burns December 17, 2012 at 11:59 AM wow so pritty Ken Dowe August 20, 2013 at 1:51 PM I am interested in learning more about Gramado and Porto Allegro. Ken Dowe Dallas-Texas Austin-Texas Santa Fe- New Mexico USA Jeff Fuller May 23, 2014 at 4:19 PM I really enjoyed my visit to Gramado, although I found it almost too romantic for a solo traveler. It would be great to come back there during Christmas to see this festival. It seems like a lot of foreign travelers don't really know much about Gramado yet. Pingback: Gramado Wins Best Destination in Brazil Award in 2015 | The Rio Times | Brazil News Mario October 15, 2015 at 12:59 PM Hi everybody, I,m brazilian and my mom lives in Canela (city), beside Gramado, in Rio Grande do Sul. Here in Brasil, the "Natal Luz de Gramado" (Gramado's Christmas of Light) is the best christmas of the country. Canela have a great christmas too, with the gorgeous decoration, as beautiful as Gramado. In Canela, the event is called "Sonho de Natal" (Christmas Dream). These cities were colonized by Germans, so the Christmas tradition is very strong. For those who like Christmas, there's no better place in Brasil. Bye! Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published. Please enter an answer in digits:20 − two =


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