I really don't mean to put you off your breakfast or early morning tea but the other day I was jisting with my brother about an uncle of ours who was unwell. The strange thing though was the way he went about describing his symptoms to me. He said his tummy was "funny" this I took to mean that he had a running stomach. I was about to give him my spill about eating dry foods and no more fruit blah di blah however upon further questioning it transpired that he was actually feeling constipated. I became so cross.
As I told my brother, he laughed and asked why was I so wound up over such a small thing and he asked was I not aware that 'our people' were always like that when it came to describing ailments and he went on to remind me of the other phrase used to describe the feeling of dizziness i.e. "My eyes are turning me", he asked me where did I want him to start? Was it our love for self medication, self-diagnosis, mis-diagnosis, old wives tales, home remedies or what?
Who remembers those vendors that sold medicine on the buses back home? One tablet cures all: constipation, 'diarrhoea' (do not attempt to spell this word without spell check!!), rashes, 'jedi-Jedi' (piles), high blood pressure, infertility, diabetes or erectile dysfunction! And the most disturbing thing is though we knew some of the passengers purportedly buying these tablets, potions and concoctions on the buses were mere 'plants', others were however buying these meds genuinely with hope for a cure!
Likewise self-medication, need I mention all those sleeping pill addicts, Lexotan included, softly softly, painkiller cocodamol n'ko?
We have mastered the act of self-medicating to mask underlying medical conditions that could potentially be ticking time-bombs.
We love the hard core stuff, then come over here for medical 'investigation' expecting miracles and start to complain when treatment is commenced with administration of 'simple paracetamol' which is as effective as sucking a sugar cube because our bodies are so used to those 'narcotics'
What of our love for antibiotics? Need I go there?
You make a long distance call 'home', Aunty how are you?
'I'm fine my dear, my neighbour gave me one tablet to use, since then swelling in my leg has gone down!'
'Errm Aunty what tablet exactly have you taken?'
'Ahhhh you've started o, are you a doctor? I don't know the name of the tablet, it 'didn't' matter I said the swelling has gone down".
Next week you call Aunty, phone rings incessantly, no answer, eventually call is answered people are crying in the background.....I say no more!!!
We have such an entrenched love for symptomatic treatment, never really getting to root cause of many illnesses.
Or have you ever had anyone back home who is unwell? The experience of trying to find out what's actually going on from our shores here can be very painful experience to say the least. You receive phone call informing you Aunty is not well, when you ask what's the matter you get one liners' like:
'She is not eating'
Okay she is not eating and then what??
"Eh she is not eating and she is cold"
"Cold like how? Is she cold to touch? or she is feeling cold?"
And it goes on and on. Before you know it you would have turned into 999 operator with all your questions! When you call the following week for 'situation report' you are told Aunty is much better now as 'she is eating'!!!
What has eating got to do with assessing one's well being? Yes, we all know that loss of appetite can be caused by ill health but why would anyone assess ailment as being cured simply because the patient has regained their appetite?
A friend of mine, somewhat frustrated when doctors back home could not sort out her uncle's backache, she booked appointment to see her own doctor here and pretended to have backache and started reeling off all her uncles symptoms as her own ( yes she should have known better!) anyway at the end of the consultation what medication do you think she was prescribed by doctor?
Sorry to disappoint you, none!! Rather she was referred for blood test and back X-ray! Simples, that's how we roll here, folk.
Another scenario, Aunty is unwell and taken to hospital, as we try to monitor situation from this side of the pond (Lebara and Lycra mobile phone credit is running like tap), from point of registration and payment for a 'card' at the hospital. Next we are informed that doctor is conducting some tests. You ask which tests exactly and the whole thing is shrouded in mystery as if the doctor is a herbalist. Doctor is god, nobody questions doctor, at the end of the day Aunty is given some tablets in those plastic envelope like wallets with 3 to be taken daily without food (name of this tab is not written on the envelope o). We are such a trusting bunch!
My greatest bug bear though is Team Shiny hospital Vs Team General/Teaching hospital. Our people get ever so carried away with all things 'shiny' including hospitals. How many times have we heard about the unwarranted death of people in these purported 'top hospitals'. For sake of clarity to set up a Top Hospital all that is required is a few coins to spare, invest most of your money in the exterior and interior design, air conditioners, flat screen tv mounted in reception, water cooler, pretty receptionist that speaks aje butter english, then recruit some half baked doctors from an unaccredited medical school, put them in 'white coat', throw in a few auxiliary nurses (we call them health care assistants here!) and you're good to go!!
Style Over Substance wins each time. You will have no shortage of patients, meanwhile, the Teaching and General hospitals that have the gene pool of expertise, albeit maybe some very dated equipment are left on the shelf. Yes, I admit it's a Catch-22 situation but trust me the teaching/ general hospitals are possibly a safer option.
And to buttress my point and on a lighter note, friend of mine shamefully admitted to me that back in the day when in Naija and dating a guy who had just returned from 'oversea' she was so hell bent on impressing him, so as they were driving along Allen Avenue, Ikeja, she pointed to a random medical centre that looked really 'cool' and told the guy ' that's my mum's hospital' the guy asked 'What? you mean, your ma' owns that place?' she explained that no, it was the hospital her mum used when unwell. The guy was quick to point out to my friend in his American drawl, "How sick is your Ma', mehn? 'That's a Hospice!!"
Another friend's mum was on hols from Naija and started to feel unwell so my friend took mama to see a GP, as he started to take her medical history he asked whether Mama smoked or drank alcohol, you should have seen the look of shock-horror on Mama's face 'Smoke kè? what kind of woman do you take me for? Mama asked shaking her head indignantly, clicking her fingers and telling him 'God forbid'. My friend said her respect for our doctors' increased as this guy sat there, kept such a straight face and he did not bat an eyelid or react to mama's melodramatic response. He just continued with his next question "Mama how sexually active are you?" (I made that part up......but could you imagine Mama's reaction? Classic and awkward!!!)
What's your take on 'our' attitude towards anything medical in general?
On that note thanks for your custom, have a great weekend.
You will never reach your destination if you stop and throw stones at every dog that barks ~ Winston Churchill
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Indometasine Capsule.
A cure for all ailments
Hold that thought! I will tell the story later
As a bona fide medical practitioner, may I say that in 9ja, death from ' brief illness ' has reached cataclysmic proportions. It needs funding for research and hopefully, new treatments will be found. I am happy to conduct this onerous work if you will all contribute to the purse. I am very near a breakthrough but my work has halted due to lack of funding. I believe the treatment will definitely include coloured drips and many painful injections........names of actual active agents unnecessary.
@ Dr Wan MBBS DFFP DipUSS FRCOG FWACS aka Dokwan
I'm sure your charitable fellow blog readers, will humbly submit themselves to you for clinical trials!!
All of these letters after your name? na only u waka? I'm proud to associate.
I have had a good laugh. I'm still holding my sides, wiping tears of sorts from my face.
I'll be back with gist.
Laters..,,,,
Dr Wan abcddefghiylm
As long as u are a female doctor u can carry out any examinations on me be it internal or external. I also like injection too
If u are male I can supply rat and lizard for u to practice on. .
So INDOMETASINE CAPSULE
Back in the day, when it was all gravy (now it is Efo riro and Efo egusi)
My brother had never been on a molue (mass transit) or Bolekaja (come down and fight).
So he decided to educate himself and 'enter' a molue bus.
The vendors that RBN alluded to, soon appeared touting the aforementioned capsule.
Needless to say my brother endured a baptism of fire.
The tragedy is the innocent people who buy these drugs, genuinely expecting all those ailments to be cured. I really believe that ignorance is the devil's tool for managing a growing population.
My bad.
Correct spelling is INDOMETHACIN apparently!
What about daddys and mummys that come to England for once a year health 'MOTs' which they believe guarantees prolonged life whilst they continue in their unhealthy lifestyle of 'roundabout', Shaki, no fruit or vegetables diet, no exercise with chauffeur driven runs and the likes.
I luv nandos
@ fine boy 10:42
I am female, Fine boy but I cannot fight o. Please I can't get into fisticuffs with your blog boo.....
Abeg, just send me rat and lizard and we will forget your other offer, tempting as it is.
@RBN 09:51
Why derailing my bid for financial assistance. Abi, you no read my comment well. I get enough subjects for the research. I JUST NEED FUNDS.
Nigeria we hail thee!
Our country is unique in its MADNESS!
However it is not without reason. After all there is shampoo and conditioner in one, fabric conditioner and detergent in one, so all ailments cured in one medication.
There is always METHOD in MADNESS!
Dr Dokwan,
I beg o there is no blog boo or blog Bae. I belong to no one I belong to everybody.
As for funding for your research I can bank roll the whole thing. Money is not my problem only spending it.
kindly furnish me with your particulars.
As for the topic at hand why our parents so gullible when it comes to the wayo those hospitals play. Each time my mama go to hospital I have to send money for fake consultation and vitamin tablet they will give her.
Doctors should be revered and respected. They have spent several years in medical school and their profession means they are always studying. I don't blame them if they sometimes want to play God. If they don't want to share their knowledge with the rest of us surely it is ok? Me, I don't blame them and I don't question what they say because they know what they are doing. There is nothing or no one like a stupid doctor. And because they have high earning power all the gals want to bring home a doctor. Abi I lie? And the title is for life... Doctor Lagbaja. If my daughter brings home a doctor .... I won't send her back.
@I belong to no one! 19:07
Wow!!!
Are you for real? I want to believe that you are writing satire as there is no way anyone can reason like this.
I quote you You do not blame a doctor if they sometimes want to play God!!!
You must be joking. I'm not going to go on.
Risky I don't know whether you had anybody in mind while writing this particular article or were you gazing through a crystal ball. You hit quite close to home. Lol!!!
Just come back from Niger and what went on while away.
I developed a toothache, and you know when these things happen, they grow worse by the hour. Salt and water didn't do the trick, nurofen only brought temporary relief.
So what does your truly do, took my self of to the pharmacy/chemist, asked to see the pharmacist! And explained myself and asked whether she could prescribe antibiotics. The young lady did say that I would need to see a dentist at some point. I told her I had no problem with that, I just needed temporary relief for now.
So I was sent on my way with antibiotics, in that little plastic sachet and nurofen!
And I am laughing here- I'm much better, still haven't visited the dentist- anyway I just got back. Still plenty of time.
So I raise my hand up I'm guilty as charged!
Nigerians and their unskilled prognosis and diagnosis. I recall a few years ago that I had a very bad tooth which had turned me to a painkiller addict. No painkiller wey I no use o, na only small remain I for enter steroids (prednisolone) na im my mama say lailai, doctor wey prescribe this for you no be am o. She said there was no way she was going to let me use them with their attendant side effects. People prescribed all sorts from car battery water to alum and co. I said "battery water ke", when I go school and when no be say na evening school I go. I just told all the doctors with diplomas in Medicine "ese o, battery water ; I go pass on that one". Na so them say monkey's excrement dey cure whitlow, and the painful thing is that people who try out the recommendations are alleged to have seen the walls of a formal learning institution.
@ i belong to no one
I guess you have not been on the receiving end of Doctors playing God and I hope you never experience it. IJN
@ Doc Wan,
You are honest declaring your need for funds up front. The real danger is in the Doctors who pretend to be profession to help people when all they want is funds!!
Just a few days ago, I was discussing nigerian healthcare. Injections for everything, I think the nurses mistook my butt for a pin cushion!!!
For some strange reasons, as Nigerians, we have the fear of admitting our ailments. You will hear us say, things like, mo ok o, (I reject it, it is not my portion, Whose portion is it then?. If we continue to deny what our medical problems are, we will continue to drop dead like flies.
Yes, I have a vivid memory of those vendors that sold medicines on buses and side roads. If you happen to be a cleaner or a Clark or a door keeper St a hospital in Nigeria. You automatically qualify to give injection, diagnose and prescribe medication.
My grand mother would say, akowe ni ni Massey, o npo ogun, o Ngun Abere. Meaning she is a Clark at Masey, our version of Great ormand Street Hospital in Nigeria. She gives injection and prescribes medication. Even my grand mother know that this is wrong and unacceptable. Only God knows the amount of people who have lost their lives at the hands of these make shift pharmacist and doctors.
If you visit Oke Arin and Gutter, these a markets in Nigeria. The illiterate traders, with serious money, will tell you what antibiotics you will need for a head ache, malaria and even cancer. They are all clued up with the names of these potent medication. God must love us in that country that there is still one human alive. We abuse medication, knowingly. Or unknowingly, in that country, medication is freely available with easy access. We are such a strong and tough race. No other human will survive the type of abuse that our system go through and survive.
Some time ago when I travelled to Nigeria, I fell ill, not sure what it was, I just could not stop going and throwing up. I also had severe tummy ache. At the time my mum was getting very worried. She suggested that I visited her clinic and I said to myself there is no way I am going to any clinic and I not allowing anyone to take my blood or take any medication. I do not trust the medication or the quality, I have no trust or faith in the niddle should they decide to take my blood. At this point I was getting worse and I could see my mum getting increasingly worried and upset. My mum is a qualified nurse who studied in England, my mum is her early seventies and I did not have faith in the medication she was about to dispense and give me to take.
My mum went into her box, that is her medication cabinet, my mum put together an assortment of eight tablets, including antibiotics, and other which I could not tell what they were. My mum said, take these and I can assure you, you will feel better in no time, I looked at my mother and she said to me, "mi o le pa e ke, sebi emi no mo bi e". I can't kill you, you are my child. At this point I was on the loo seat, sweating, in severe pain and most uncomfortable.
At this point, I said I would rather die in the hands of my mum, than die at hands of some doctor in some hospital. I took the medication and in less that thirty minutes, I felt so good and better and that was the end of my wahala. I survived on bread, crackers and water until I left Nigeria. Thank God for my mother.
I felt really sorry for her, she did a good job and her child survived to tell you all the tale. It was a really bad situation. My other option would have beeen to jump on the next flight home. That year I missed my road side dodo and dun dun, Ankara, Amala, etc. I take my bowl with me all the time and my food is always served hot from the oil or while cooking. This reduces the risk of picking up a bug but does not eliminate it.
Nigerians are patients, they diagnose and self medicate, they tell their doctors what their medical problems are, tell their doctor what to prescribe. I wonder why they visited their doctor in the first instance when their problems can be resolved without the intervention of their doctor.
There is no one like us in this world. I love my country, I love Nigerians.
Phd in local phamarcoloy i.e 'oko sikira oloyan meji' his lab is his home and his phamarcy is Molue plying Mushin to Idumota - he sells whats called gbogbo ise i.e. a cure for illnesses - cheap and non viable.
Saying my friend who is a Consult O&G once told me that a patient call to her and he tried to explain to her that she is unwell. The response from her was that Dr. I reject it am well and his response was if you believe you are well then why are you waisting your time and money here. Then she said ok, you can continue then. And bless those Mallams that sells fried eggs and bread together with Antibiotics, they will 'cure' anything and everything.
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