Mother's Day 2017

Yesterday was Mother's Day. And it sucked, for me. Big time!

For many reasons.

My mother is late. Has been for five years now. My beautiful mum....

And then on top of all that, I was still ill. After almost two weeks of running unending tests and taking endless meds and injections and being indoors without working! Because I was practically forced into sick leave!! Which was the reasonable thing to do by the way. Now you know, I can be a workaholic.

SUBSTANCE ABUSE.

We'll call him Michael.

I was in my fifth year of medical schooling when I first saw him. It was an unusually uneventful day at Federal Neuropsychiatry Hospital Yaba where I underwent a large part of my Psychiatry posting. We,  my classmates and I, we're deciding among the patients on the ward who to present to our teachers for the end of posting examinations.

Then Michael walked past us.

We stopped talking and turned to follow him with our eyes. At about 6feet 2/3inches tall, INCREDIBLY "yellow-skinned", with just the right body build and this...spring...in his step, he was a gorgeous guy!

CLUELESS...

It's just truly funny how much

You get to know people

Especially when you need their help

And they turn their backs on you

Plenty excuses

You're saddened 

And you feel so alone