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TechCapon:hi bro, I started learning programming on Monday I started with HTML I'm really enjoying coding but the app I'm using is sublime text is it really good?
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chief of defence is as useless as shit.....buratai don take over!! |
Telegram234:bro I just start to learn coding using HTML...pls which app can you recommend to use on PC? |
Tranquill:but defence chief is a general and army chief is a lieutenant general.... meaning the general can command the lieutenant general and has influence to command troops over army chief because of his rank. |
Nonexistent:Bro, I support the fact that the CDS is useless because if he has authority over brutai then the Nigeria army won't be a shadow of it's self. |
stambakky:Bro, I haven't heard anything from the chief of defence in terms of security that's why I'm asking if the position is potent cos it's brutai here and there. |
Good evening Nlanders, On the subject above, who's more superior? I hope it's chief of army because I've never heard of defence chief in the news. Is that position potent? because to me brutai is closer to the president than any military officers today in Nigeria. Someone even said there are some military officers brutai do salute is that true?...does brutai has total control of the army?....can he plan a successful coup?....are there some officers brutai do salute ( I mean does he also have seniors )? Can they control him?..... my questions are endless.. because I had an argument with someone today about the army ...I was shocked I didn't know shit.
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Abuskid: |
Abuskid:bro, that's fantastic hope our dreams come true. |
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samnificent:bro, yes u can. just make sure you defer the first admission. like one of my friends he got admitted to unilag for anatomy but this guy wanted medicine he wrote the following jamb when he's in 200lev got medicine in unilag and deferred the first admission. all the best bro. |
hi pls I was sent a mail which quote " please respond to this email with your 7-digit financial aid ID number" what does it means? |
hello, I'm new here,i wanna ask few questions. how can one get a fully funded scholarship to study bsc in Canada? unlike the US, I haven't seen any transcript here on how you guys are issued visa or they have different procedure? |
lomaxx:hmm...doc lomaxx are you still practicing in Nigeria? |
DrBrainstorm:mafo!!!..? jamb will soon be an history |
Ahappy:lolz, I might be wrong though, but my instinct won't let me be |
Till now i haven't believe any one has got passion to study medicine than I do.
#teamMBBS |
LagosismyHome:I've mailed you ma'am. |
plz, must I have a scholarship offer before writing SAT? is dat true? because I was told SAT only valid for a year. |
I'm a prospective medical doctor, this post is not meant to vindicate doctors of their wrongdoings, (NO SIREE i'll save that for my kid) but to rather make us appreciate them and to sensitize us to little things we overlook. The first core principle of medical profession is to harm no one ,also THE PRINCIPLE OF INTERNAL MEDICINE BY HARRISON said and i quote "no greater responsibilities,no greater obligations can befall on lot of human than to be a physician" sometimes i am pained when people accuse nigerian doctors of professional malpractise, when our counterparts abroad have a more convenient and conducive workplace. i read it somewhere ,when a lad said the chances of a dog surviving cancer in the U.S is greater than the chances of human being surviving cancer in Nigeria .I bet what has been running through your mind is how manage,truth be told the numbers of LINACS(linear accelerator is a radiotherapeutic machine for treatment of malignant cells) for dogs in U.S is about 25 folds the number of linacs in nigeria for treating human. I came across a post and i am going to share it here.The post is centered around some u.s residents doctors whose dire hard work has landed them on the spotlight of depression,medical negligence,inability to carry out responsibilities properly,broken relationships with families and friends “I did my internship in internal medicine and residency in neurology before laws existed to regulate resident hours. My first two years were extremely brutal, working 110 to 120 hours/week, and up to 40 hours straight. I got to witness colleagues collapse unconscious in the hallway during rounds, and I recall once falling asleep in the bed of an elderly comatose woman while trying to start an IV on her in the wee hours of the morning.” “I have made numerous medication errors from being over tired. I also more recently misread an EKG because I was so tired I literally couldn’t see straight. She actually had a subarachnoid hemorrhage, and by misreading the EKG, I spent too much time on her heart and didn’t whisk her back to CT when she came in code blue. She died.” “After a 36-hour shift, I fell asleep and began dreaming while walking home — repeatedly. It was a four-block walk.” In general surgery residency, I had one week in which I worked 125 hours … I did a weekend of 72 hours in which I only got 4 hours of sleep. I would secretly hope to get in a car accident and maybe break a leg so that I would be forced to take off from work … just so I could get some rest.” “During intern year at a program with a nominal 80-hour work week, I worked 100 hours per week for most of a month. I was interviewing a patient when I suddenly realized that I could not remember what I had just asked. I excused myself abruptly and rushed down the hall where I collapsed on the bathroom floor. I leaned against the wall and felt relaxed for the first time in weeks. My face was wet, and I realized I was sobbing. I was so unaware of how exhausted and impaired I had become. I cried because I was tired, and also because the patient I was seeing deserved better attention and care than I was capable of providing. I couldn’t remember any details of his chest pain or risk factors for heart attack. I couldn’t even remember his name or his face. Only that he was friendly and he trusted me. I felt intensely guilty for not being able to stay awake, let alone think like a doctor. I nodded off while crying, propped up against the wall. I woke up and forgave myself. I think I was away from him for less than 10 minutes. I walked back into his exam room and said, “Where were we? Let’s start at the beginning to make sure I get this right. Because what you are saying is really important.” That month during my evaluation, my program director told me that my total number of work hours was a sign of inefficiency. I later learned that others were also working 80 to 100 hours per week, but they falsified their hours to avoid criticism.” “I was so sleep deprived that I’d fall asleep while writing patient notes and write my dreams into the notes. I’ve fallen asleep on a pile of charts only to have the nurses cover me with blankets. I woke panicked because I was hours behind in my work. I’ve fallen asleep standing up in surgery and witnessed my attending doctors fall asleep while doing surgery. I actually passed out at the end of a 36-hour shift and woke up on a stretcher in the recovery room.” “A dear friend from med school died during her neurosurgery residency. Drove over a median into a tractor-trailer after a 30+ hour shift. She left behind her family, including a twin sister and her fiance. She was 30.” “I had married the year before residency, and for that first two years, I was either at work or asleep, so didn’t see my wife, and it was the start of the erosion of the relationship that led years later to divorce. I also suffered permanent health problems from extreme sleep deprivation. Prior to residency, I slept fine (8 hours per night) and had regular bowel habits. Since my internship, I developed lifelong severe insomnia, and went for decades on 4 to 5 hours of sleep/night, as well as severe constipation, using the toilet about every five days “I was struck down with a very severe depression in the context of emotional conflicts and severe sleep deprivation, after doing a surgical rotation with every other night call and lots of degrading comments from the surgeons recommending that I go into nursing or teaching instead since those were “good professions for women.” This was 1983. I was supported in the sense that I missed six weeks of medical school without censure while I was too debilitated to move physically. I spent those weeks mainly sitting in a corner of my apartment, crying, and seeing my psychiatrist once/week for therapy and meds.” Are these the doctors you want to see in the hospital? Protect yourself and your loved ones. Always ask, “How long have you been on your shift, Doc?” I will also like to share the story of one particular dr dana corriel who is a victim of malpractise herself Here's the short of the long My obstetrician messed up. She took care of my pregnancy during one of the most difficult periods of my life, medical residency. She missed a shot that should have been given. RhoGam, to be exact. (rhogam is an injection given to a pregnant person whose rhesus factor is different from that of the child so that the mother doesn't develop antibodies that kill the fetus.) “Aren’t you a doctor?” How did I not know I needed to get the shot? How did being a doctor myself not prevent me from this terribly unnecessary mistake? I can’t clearly answer this question, because the guilt of it all still weighs heavily on my shoulders. What I can say is that I put 100 percent of my faith into her hands. After all, I had been a completely healthy woman up until then, with no medical issues whatsoever. I never had to double check anything until then because it just wasn’t ever necessary. I didn’t even know my blood type. Do you? Plus, I was in residency, back at the time when resident hours were not limited by laws in place today. I easily put in 80 hours — often more — of work in the hospital, with many sleepless nights. I’m not sure how I did it, and pregnant, no less, but I did. The bottom line was that I was doctoring others, and that in itself, was more than enough. Something else may have contributed to this, and it’s more of a confession: the fact that I wasn’t ready to be a mom. I didn’t keep a week-by-week tracker of my baby’s progress- as other expectant moms-to-be often do- didn’t caress my belly, or even sing the baby lullabies. I was working 36-hour shifts- treating HIV, alleviating sickle crisis pain, even administering CPR. Finding out In my third trimester, hospitalized with fever, a resident barged into my room and, no less than three times, asked — or rather accused, in disbelief — if I had been pregnant before, and specifically if I had had an abortion. “Are you sure?” “Never?” “Not even one?” I get the confusion, in hindsight, of course. Back then, though, it was nothing short a painful interrogation. To not only discover my body had reacted in a rare way and that this could have been prevented, but to also have my honesty questioned. They were hoping it was a mistake, that I was an anomaly, and scampering to find an alternate cause, other than physician negligence. In hindsight — which, in medicine, is always 20-20 — and in speaking with many obstetricians since, it turns out RhoGam is considered an automatic knee-jerk injection to those in the field. It rarely gets missed in this day and age. But it was! I was missed! Please excuse the exclamation marks, but my urge to scream out these words fails to be subdued by my need to maintain medical professionalism. It’s an adult-style tantrum. We all need these sometimes because they serve as alternatives to lawsuits and therapy. The after After it happened, my pregnancies became high risk. The antibodies my body made were stored forever, consequently multiplying with each one. They waited like weapons, ready for attack. For me, high-risk translated into frequent doctor’s appointments at the high-risk clinic, close monitoring and weekly ultrasounds. There were now the risks of fetal hemolytic anemia, jaundice — as the baby’s blood cells popped-fetal heart failure and death. This was the future I faced.. I know the last story will be shocking that a medical doctor can also be a victim of negligence copied Merry Xmas great medics!!
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Aquilapriscilla:wow... that's a brilliant idea sir, I pray it work out as u've said. I'm gonna register for the SAT as soon as I get my feet together. thank for your opinion sir |
LagosismyHome:okay ma'am, I'll try it out maybe luck will smile at my side. thanks for the encouragement. |
LagosismyHome:Thanks for your response ma'am, there is no need trying if the possibility of getting what I wanted is zero. LagosismyHome: It's almost impossible for lower social class to study medicine in the US. It easier doing the medicine in Nigeria and then doing USMLE after Medicine in the USA Is supper expensive for everyone. That one degree that nobody is exempted from the high cost. Scholarship will go so far that you rarely see full ride all the way However if you want to try, you can and SAT is about 50k naira rangeThanks for your response ma'am, there is no need trying if the possibility of getting what I wanted is zero. LagosismyHome:Thanks for your response ma'am, there is no need trying if the possibility of getting what I wanted is zero. |
Good afternoon Nlanders, I want to ask some questions pls pardon my naivety. I'm a year one chemical engineering student but I've got passion for medicine nd I wanna study it in the US but I'm from a lower social class, so what I wanted to ask is can I take SAT exam to get a fully funded scholarship to study a medical related course in the US nd later ,maybe be after graduating get a direct entry to study medicine? And also what is the cost of writing SAT? are all these dilemma up there possible? PS: I'm nineteen years. all opinions are accepted. thanks |
Pekun210:bro, is O'level holder...I mean secondary school leaver eligible for MCAT |
Joyoustimmy:bro, is secondary school leaver..I mean O'level holder eligible for MCAT? |
ucheuzor1:mostly by mid-January |
copied I met Ikenna Obieze last year when I just started my horsemanship. A tall, brilliant chap with a tired smile. He always wore that smile, he told me, to ward off the spirit of aggression that seemed to threaten his relationship with people especially, his patients."Excessive work in a suffocating working environment have a way of making people angry so, I have to smile away the anger,"he smiled. I had just started my obstetrics and gynecology posting when he was about to Start his neurosurgery posting. And that same day, in the common room, he received a text from his girlfriend saying goodbye to him, breaking up with him. He showed me that text with hot tears running down his cheeks. But, he did not cry for long; he was just starting the second of three ninety days, 24hours calls. And soon as he showed me the text, his phone started ringing; some new accident victims had just been brought into the hospital. There was no room for petty emotions or his work would be compromised. He would have to toss his life away, immediately, in order to save the sick. Yet, he too, was sick, only that he could not notice. But I saw it in his eyes. That was the day I swore never to become a surgeon. Or even to do residency in any clinical field at all. That singular encounter with Dr Ikenna completely discouraged me. I couldn't just imagine myself, after the hell of medical school, writing primaries - a hectic West African exam that qualifies one for the residency program, that then leads into years of more hell, like Ikenna was experiencing. The program is designed to train would-be specialist in the different areas of specialization in medical and surgical practices. It takes on the average of six years to complete the program. But, in reality, it takes a lot longer because, it is designed in such a way that ninety percent fails the exams, each time it is conducted."It's relatively, deliberate"an examiner once told me."It is to ensure that any would be consultant is properly trained, taken through the furnace, so that he would be able to handle a patient's life and the teaching hospital. It is a holistic training,"he concluded. That same day, I made up my mind to go for master in pharmacology instead of residency. And when I discussed it with my consultant, he gave me a stern warning."You'll never become a consultant,"he warned."You'll never be a CMD, and you will watch your mates leap frog you in the practice."I just sat there, nodding as he babbled. In the end I just said"no problem". My, mind was made up. I wasn't going to be a slave in the hospital, a prisoner for up to a decade like Ikenna had chosen. And I was right. Ikenna's life became more distorted as time went by. Not because his fiancé had left him because, as she lamented, he wasn't giving her enough attention. Not because he was often seen dosing off at almost every corner of the hospital because he never had time to sleep at night. Not because some people started doubting his sanity; lack of sleep actually affects our mental health and Ikenna had not slept adequately for two years now owing to excessive, overwhelming work load. It was rather because of what happened in the middle of his neurosurgery posting. It was on a cold December monday. We were watching a premier League match between Chelsea and liverpool when his phone rang for the millionth time. It was a patient calling. A patient that had been previously in coma and had just recovered. Ikenna, as usual, ran off for the millionth time. "It's that patient I told you about, let me go and empty his urine bag. The nurses won't go close to him, you know. He is violent and HIV Positive; they are afraid of getting smeared by his ever bleeding hand", he said to me in one breath, as he ran off. "But, you can't be doing your work and do the nurses work, too,"I countered. "Is that what you are considering; of what use is it to wait for the nurses? In this practice you, the doctor, is responsible for the patient's life and if you keep waiting for the non committed support staff, you'll lose a lot of patients."He replied in one breath, as usual, and ran off. The match was nearing the end, when he came back, so sad and sullen. He had a slight dressing on his forehead. I noticed it as he quietly came and sat beside me, dropping his head to cry. "That bastered just gave me a needle prick", he lamented. I was shocked. That was the first time I knew what risk faces me daily, in medical practice. "How did it happen,"I asked, a bit angry that he didn't take precautions. He shook his head at me."Of course I took precautions, Emeka, but as I bent to fix his catheter, he pulled out his Butterfly cannula and stuck it on my forehead." "You should go for Post exposure prophylaxis, you know,"I proffered. "I got it covered already"he feebly replied. But, he was shaken and really scared. "Who knows.... Just pray for me so I wouldn't just become infected doing this job."He resumed watching the match. "We have to pray for one another,"I said. I would later have my own encounter with that kind of hazard three times but, luckily for me, the patients were not infected. Each has happened owing to tiredness during my own surgery posting. After staying awake for three weeks at a stretch, it was inevitable that I would injure myself in the process of caring for my patients. Lack of sleep makes people less careful and shaky. It stems from over work which stems from the fact that very few doctors are left in the country because, majority have run away from the stifling working conditions in the country. And work has got heavier and heavier, as time went by. And again, more patients are coming in as economic hardship hit the populace harder and harder. And just like Ikenna, over sixteen thousand resident doctors sweat and bleed daily, spending every second of every day in the hospital, working to save patients'lives. Often times you could see it in their faces, the excessive suffering they go through. Tattered and hungry, these brave doctors keep the hospitals ticking and without them, there would be no teaching hospitals. They are bleeding to become capable consultants in the future, to create a better healthy future for the nation. The Hazzard allowance is five thousand naira. Greatly unfair. Even for hazards like the ones both Ikenna and I suffered. Even ones bigger than ours. But, that's not the major difficulty these days. Sadly, they too, are not immune to the difficulty facing every serious minded intellectual in the country. The same leadership problems pushing intellectuals, daily, out of this country to greener pastures, real greener pastures. Problems like poor renumeration, not in any way commiserate with the amount of effort invested in working for the government. |
ocpaschal:not necessarily within one year.... the maximum year interval is 7yrs, bro make more research there are lot of USMLE group on Facebook and telegram, assuming we wanna practice in the UK he's writing PLAB..... note those afformentioned exams are quite expensive. USMLE step 1 almost cost like 1.2M or so not to talk of step 2ck , step 2 cs and finally step 3. hope I've answered your questions? |
ocpaschal:your brother will have to sit for USMLE..... it's a three step exam, for him to get a placement for residency in the US or practice as medic. |


