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macklef: Hmmm, una well done o.
Its noniklings matter that brought me to this thread sef. I have been consistently using them for months, the relationship is there. I thought i was d only one getting upset with their service,
But hey, it seems alot of us are lol.
Infact ehn am so pissed right now, judy is my number 1 upset now, e remain small i for type ''God punish your papa'' to her on whatsapp. Since yesterday d foolish girl no reply me fa! Goods since on 19th of sept no show. Micheal told me he has repented when i whatsapped him n he replied me in less than 2minutes, i almost fainted, but i guess him own repentance na 10mins, he too has gone to his usual 7days reply policy, that ebenezer too i gave him money to send only for him to send incomplete money kennyman20 sheyb u dey dere dat day lol. I just tire for noniklings mehn, if chinese nodey give us wahala like this i just wonder why they are doing this.
I want to port, but i look left n right, all of them seem the same way. Im just tired fa.
Sending goods through express wen u say normal, sending goods u want via express on normal, dey just seem disorganized n damn fraustrating.
In as much as i just dont know why i like using them, maybe its because of augusta but i think illd start searching for a better coy.

Thespecialone: thanks for posting. Not sure they even thought it wise to inform their clients. Hope they have staff at the old address to receive goods to prevent cases of missing goods.

faboben10: The school of basic studies is pertinent 2 uniport, it is otherwise known as pre-deegre in other institutions.

bitex2: Pls i need your advice.I am first yr medical student at ESUT but i took another JAMB and got admitted into UI for the same course.I did that for some reason ranging from tuition fee to quality medical education.My question is, is UI what losing a yr for?is UCH better than ESUTH PARKLANE or is UCH just being overhyped?
Pls i need logical answers from an experienced Dr/medical stdnt..
Thanks

Aaronzy: PLSSS I HEARD DAT DEY DO PAY MBBS STUDENTS IS DAT TRUE?

Ksudr: Great medics, pls i was shortlisted for addax/nnpc scholarship text for 2014. Pls wat do i need to knw, learn and revise. Need ur help

Klinee: Why do Medical doc and Dentistry doc go togather and leave Optometry doc behind while they all spent 6 years in school

Doclight: can u enlist little number of those schools u could recommend and those u woudnt

kudoxs: So? Why did u put this on FP? So we can start debating about it until it turns into a religious and ethnic bashing thread just to generate traffic to this site .... Continuuuu.... There is God in everything we do.

Suresh08: Grey's anatomy
Monday mornings
A gifted man
Scrubs
Saving hope
House.

redcliff: There are dozens of bleaching cream he forgot in the state house.. 3 million is chicken change to the cream's value. This is the only way he can get them back..

bethedoski: Hi all. I really admire the matured contribution of most of the guys on this thread(Drhesjay,Doclight, fatima amongst others). Though i'm an introvertive and reserved fellow but this thread has encouraged me to spill my bitter guts.
I applied for medicine and surgery in the university of ilorin and i had 254 and 80% in my jamb and post-utme respectively. My single sitting waec result was also good with 2 A1s, 1 C5, and the rest Bs. But when the list was released, I was offered physiology. No one can imagine how i felt that day. I was so downcast and almost went shizophrenic. And far disheartening was my research on this course. I learnt that most graduates(physiologists and anatomists) are hardly employable and their services are hardly required in any establishment including hospitals. Am yet to come to a reasonable conclusion on what to do. I've seen some who were given the course with far lower scores i am not trying to show off or demean them but i'm just confused and utterly perplexed right now. I have not even paid the clearance fee because am considering opting for IJMB or Remedial. I wonder how a school of that stance would be so discriminating in awarding such a course. I sincerely need the candid advice of my bosses here cos the clearance is supposed to close on the 21st.

DrHesjay: Yea.. I didn't even know it was you..
go for physiology... try to be among d best ten.. u ll get medicine n start in 200lvl(u lose nothing)..
u also obtain jamb form... u will pass if u prepare well... u get medicine but u lose a year.. its worth it. that's what worked for most of us..

sisiafrika: respect urself pls and stop buggin me. And it might interest u to know that I know everything even before I got into SSS class! So Stfu!

Edunews: Please forward it to my mail when you check.

Anybody who has the textbooks by di Lomakx, please share with me.
Email: chibuzor_Obasi@Yahoo.com

Chartey: Pls paste a link to your company site. If you can't do that, then you are a scammer. Pls nobody should deal with him for now.

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sisiafrika: I hate this, don't u have google? Or facebook? How do u go into something u know not much about? Later now u start war with the 'doctors'.

protonz: plz I just gained admission to study radiography at unilag n wud like som1 to give me some insight on wat d course actually entails.
tank u in advance

mikron: There is no private female hostel outside the school, i dont understand this report. The 3 female hostels in ABU main campus in samaru are queen amina hall, ribadu an alexandra halls. I know this because i schooled there. Btw guys disguise most times as ladies and sneak into these female hostels. Last year a guy was caught in ribadu hall wearing hijab and was handed to d sch authority but because he is a northerner nothing was done about his case. We see these things regularly while i was there.

Akainzo: I wonder what action the university will be taking and on what grounds such action will be predicated on.

1. The incident happened at a PRIVATE HOSTEL and not at any ABU hostel.
2. It is the owner of the Private Hostel that banned entry for men, thus this is simply a case of TRESPASS.

All this hullabaloo means nothing; the guy is only guilty of being in love.

nagoma: Remember this happened in a private hostel for students. Not in the ABU campus and not managed by ABU.

gameboi: whenever I see a comment from you, I always know that there must be an iota of ridicule or insult. If you think that's nice, then think Again! I'm not Taking it personally oh. But comments like yours irk me. Are you really a medical student?

chioma134: May the Lord's name be praised forever. He has broken the gates of brass and cut the bars of iron in sunder. God is still God. He'll never change. Miracle worker,You are too much. My mouth will sing Your praises all day long. I'll forever worship you.

chukel: Well, no one has responded to my case. Even ymodulus. Mine was not seized yet 7 out of 8 items are missing. They are playing hide and seek with me. We shall see.

Faraidi: is it brand new?

Faraidi: bro, how much is the HP M6? am really intrested

I went for a chlorine bath, which was necessary to
disinfect my skin from my head to my toes. It felt like
I was being baptized into a new life as Dr. Carolina, a
W.H.O doctor from Argentina poured the bucket of
chlorinated water all over me. I wore a new set of
clothes, following the strict instructions that no part
of the clothes must touch the floor and the walls. Dr.
Carolina looked on, making sure I did as instructed.
I was led out of the bathroom and straight to the
lawn to be united with my family, but first I had to
cut the red ribbon that served as a barrier. It was a
symbolic expression of my freedom. Everyone
cheered and clapped. It was a little but very
important ceremony for me. I was free from Ebola! I
hugged my family as one who had been liberated
after many years of incarceration. I was like someone
who had fought death face to face and come back to
the land of the living.
We had to pass through several stations of
disinfection before we reached the car. Bleach and
chlorinated water were sprayed on everyone’s legs at
each station. As we made our way to the car, we
walked past the old isolation building. I could hardly
recognize it. I could not believe I slept in that
building for 10 days. I was free! Free of Ebola. Free to
live again. Free to interact with humanity again. Free
from the sentence of death.
My parents and two brothers were under surveillance
for 21 days and they completed the surveillance
successfully. None of them came down with a fever.
The house had been disinfected by Lagos State
Ministry of Health soon after I was taken to the
isolation centre. I thank God for shielding them from
the plague.
My recovery after discharge has been gradual but
progressive. I thank God for the support of family and
friends. I remember my colleagues who we lost in
this battle. Dr. Adadevoh my boss, Nurse Justina
Ejelonu, and the ward maid, Mrs. Ukoh were heroines
who lost their lives in the cause to protect Nigeria.
They will never be forgotten.
I commend the dedication of the W.H.O doctors, Dr.
David from Virginia, USA, who tried several times to
convince me to specialize in infectious diseases, Dr.
Carolina from Argentina who spoke so calmly and
encouragingly, Mr. Mauricio from Italy who always
offered me apples and gave us novels to read. I
especially thank the volunteer Nigerian doctors,
matrons and cleaners who risked their lives to take
care of us. I must also commend the Lagos State
government, and the state and federal ministries of
health for their swift efforts to contain the virus. To
all those prayed for me, I cannot thank you enough.
And to my First Consultants family, I say a heartfelt
thank you for your dedication and for your support
throughout this very difficult period.
I still believe in miracles. None of us in the isolation
ward was given any experimental drugs or so-called
immune boosters. I was full of faith yet pragmatic
enough to consume as much ORS as I could even
when I wanted to give up and throw the bottles away.
I researched on the disease extensively and read
accounts of the survivors. I believed that even if the
mortality rate was 99%, I would be part of the 1%
who survive.
Early detection and reporting to hospital is key to
patient survival. Please do not hide yourself if you
have been in contact with an Ebola patient and have
developed the symptoms. Regardless of any grim
stories one may have heard about the treatment of
patients in the isolation centre, it is still better to be
in the isolation ward with specialist care, than at
home where you and others will be at risk.
I read that Dr. Kent Brantly, the American doctor who
contracted Ebola in Liberia and was flown out to the
United States for treatment was being criticized for
attributing his healing to God when he was given the
experimental drug, Zmapp. I don’t claim to have all
the answers to the nagging questions of life. Why do
some die and some survive? Why do bad things
happen to good people? Where is God in the midst of
pain and suffering? Where does science end and God
begin? These are issues we may never fully
comprehend on this side of eternity. All I know is that
I walked through the valley of the shadow of death
and came out unscathed.

I began to think about my mother. She was under
surveillance along with my other family members. I
was worried. She had touched my sweat. I couldn’t
get the thought off my mind. I prayed for her. Hours
later on Twitter I came across a tweet by W.H.O
saying that the sweat of an Ebola patient cannot
transmit the virus at the early stage of the infection.
The sweat could only transmit it at the late stage.
That settled it for me. It calmed the storms that were
raging within me concerning my parents. I knew
right away it was divine guidance that caused me to
see that tweet. I could cope with having Ebola, but I
was not prepared to deal with a member of my family
contracting it from me.
Soon, volunteer doctors started coming to help Dr.
David take care of us. They had learned how to
protect themselves. Among the volunteer doctors
was Dr. Badmus, my consultant in LUTH during my
housemanship days. It was good to see a familiar
face among the care-givers. I soon understood the
important role these brave volunteers were playing.
As they increased in number, so did the number of
shifts increase and subsequently the number of
times the patients could access a doctor in one day.
This allowed for more frequent patient monitoring
and treatment. It also reduced care-giver fatigue. It
was clear that Lagos State was working hard to
contain the crisis
Sadly, Justina succumbed to the disease on the 12th
of August. It was a great blow and my faith was
greatly shaken as a result. I commenced daily Bible
study with the other two female patients and we
would encourage one another to stay positive in our
outlook though in the natural it was grim and very
depressing. My communion sessions with the other
women were very special moments for us all.
On my 10th day in the ward, the doctors having
noted that I had stopped vomiting and stooling and
was no longer running a fever, decided it was time to
take my blood sample to test if the virus had cleared
from my system. They took the sample and told me
that I shouldn’t be worried if it comes out positive as
the virus takes a while before it is cleared
completely. I prayed that I didn’t want any more
samples collected from me. I wanted that to be the
first and last sample to be tested for the absence of
the virus in my system. I called my pastor. He
encouraged me and we prayed again about the test.
On the evening of the day Justina passed on, we were
moved to the new isolation centre. We felt like we
were leaving hell and going to heaven.
We were conveyed to the new place in an ambulance.
It was just behind the old building. Time would not
permit me to recount the drama involved with the
dynamics of our relocation. It was like a script from a
science fiction movie. The new building was cleaner
and much better than the old building. Towels and
nightwear were provided on each bed. The
environment was serene.
The following night, Dr. Adadevoh was moved to our
isolation ward from her private room where she had
previously been receiving treatment. She had also
tested positive for Ebola and was now in a coma. She
was receiving I.V. fluids and oxygen support and was
being monitored closely by the W.H.O doctors. We all
hoped and prayed that she would come out of it. It
was so difficult seeing her in that state. I could not
bear it. She was my consultant, my boss, my teacher
and my mentor. She was the imperial lady of First
Consultants, full of passion, energy and competence.
I imagined she would wake up soon and see that she
was surrounded by her First Consultants family but
sadly it was not to be.
I continued listening to my healing messages. They
gave me life. I literarily played them hours on end.
Two days later, on Saturday the 16th of August, the
W.H.O doctors came with some papers. I was
informed that the result of my blood test was
negative for Ebola virus. If I could somersault, I would
have but my joints were still slightly painful. I was
free to go home after being in isolation for exactly 14
days. I was so full of thanks and praise to God. I
called my mother to get fresh clothes and slippers
and come pick me. My husband couldn’t stop
shouting when I called him. He was completely
overwhelmed with joy.
I was told however that I could not leave the ward
with anything I came in with. I glanced one last time
at my cd player, my valuable messages, my research
assistant a.k.a my iPad, my phones and other items. I
remember saying to myself, “I have life; I can always
replace these items.”

Shortly after Justina came into the ward, the ward
maid, Mrs Ukoh passed on. The disease had gotten
into her central nervous system. We stared at her
lifeless body in shock. It was a whole 12 hours before
officials of W.H.O came and took her body away. The
ward had become the house of death. The whole area
surrounding her bed was disinfected with bleach. Her
mattress was taken and burned.
To contain the frequent diarrhea, I had started
wearing adult diapers, as running to the toilet was no
longer convenient for me. The indignity was quite
overwhelming, but I did not have a choice. My faith
was being severely tested. The situation was
desperate enough to break anyone psychologically.
Dr. Ohiaeri also called us day and night, enquiring
about our health and the progress we were making.
He sent provisions, extra drugs, vitamins, Lucozade,
towels, tissue paper; everything we needed to be
more comfortable in that dark hole we found
ourselves. Some of my male colleagues had also
been admitted to the male ward two rooms away, but
there was no interaction with them.
We were saddened by the news that Jato, the
ECOWAS protocol officer to Patrick Sawyer who had
also tested positive, had passed on days after he was
admitted.
Two more females joined us in the ward; a nurse
from our hospital and a patient from another
hospital. The mood in the ward was solemn. There
were times we would be awakened by the sudden,
loud cry from one of the women. It was either from
fear, pain mixed with the distress or just the sheer
oppression of our isolation.
I kept encouraging myself. This could not be the end
for me. Five days after I was admitted, the vomiting
stopped. A day after that, the diarrhea ceased. I was
overwhelmed with joy. It happened at a time I
thought I could no longer stand the ORS. Drinking
that fluid had stretched my endurance greatly.
I knew countless numbers of people were praying for
me. Prayer meetings were being held on my behalf.
My family was praying day and night. Text messages
of prayers flooded my phones from family members
and friends. I was encouraged to press on. With the
encouragement I was receiving I began to encourage
the others in the ward. We decided to speak life and
focus on the positive. I then graduated from drinking
only the ORS fluid to eating only bananas, to drinking
pap and then bland foods. Just when I thought I had
the victory, I suddenly developed a severe fever. The
initial fever had subsided four days after I was
admitted, and then suddenly it showed up again. I
thought it was the Ebola. I enquired from Dr. David
who said fever was sometimes the last thing to go,
but he expressed surprise that it had stopped only to
come back on again. I was perplexed.
I discussed it with my pastor who said it could be a
separate pathology and possibly a symptom of
malaria. He promised he would research if indeed
this was Ebola or something else. That night as I
stared at the dirty ceiling, I felt a strong impression
that the new fever I had developed was not as a
result of Ebola but malaria. I was relieved. The
following morning, Dr. Ohiaeri sent me antimalarial
medication which I took for three days. Before the
end of the treatment, the fever had disappeared.