I have tried to forget the events of Monday but I guess I have been so infected by them that I must seek a cure.
Monday started like every other beautiful, hopeful and optimistic day with bright faces at work and anticipated patient load. But this was to take a drastic turn.
0 Comments
Today is 17th of May, isn't it? Well, on this day in 2017, I was attacked by the highway men and almost kidnapped.
In 2018, at about the same time and the same day, I almost had a fatal accident. Today I am alive, hail and hearty because destiny and fortune smiled at me. I remain for ever grateful to God. Happy anniversary to me. The young man was brought to the facility after he was involved in a road traffic accident where his left foot had its fourth and third digits pull apart to the middle of the dorsum of the foot.
Bleeding was torrential but luckily all tendons were left intact. He walked up to me and asked, "Doc how's my son, he is just 13weeks old. I am told by the FRSCN that my wife is dead".
I am just stepping out of the theatre.
We are going to review another case where the rural doctor initiative becomes very vital a tool in enhancing health care in the rural area. The young man is 18years old. He had just climbed up a tree to pluck some leaves for his parent's livestock. They live in a far away village kilometers away from the one I live in. I really do not know who to direct my anger at presently as regards the rate of accidents on the Abuja-Kaduna express road; the boss of FRSCN, Minister for transportation, PMB or the governor of Kaduna state.
When James Ocholi died, over 7 FRSCN buses trooped down to doka, over 10 patrol vans and a retinue of escort vehicles were on ground. An emergency chopper ambulance landed here probably for the first time too. He was a more "superior" Nigerian. Today my day started quite early than usual as I responded to a distress call. I rushed to the facility and as usual some accident victims were receiving first aid from the secondary responders. The FRSCN boss pulled me aside and requested I accompanied them back to the site of the accident as the driver of the truck in the accident was still trapped inside the van that had lost control and got stuck in a ditch. By Okeme Arome Romey
I drove into the hospital to some startled faces obviously shaken by some event that had occurred to which, I inferred, must be sacrilegious judging from their murmuring and muttering in groups as though to avoid eavesdropping ears lurking around. I was to understand shortly what this eerie aura was all about. I put off my ignition and made towards the accident and emergency, and there, lying on his right side, was a male figure. He had a hole on his left outer chest which appeared to have been drilled by a blunt metal, or a drilling machine or just something, and exiting from the back just directly opposite the direction it had entered from. This wound gaped wider than that in front. |
Archives
August 2021
Categories
All
|