A Confused Pharmacy Student's Diary:Episode 3

WEEKEND

Ever since Ralph Moore, my very good friend fascinated me with his knowledge of Aphrodisiacs and how much a pharmacy shop can make from it during the weekend, I have always looked forward to my first weekend as an IT pharmacist.

Something beyond my control stopped me from coming to work on my first weekend. 

As a true Nigerian, I was happy not having to go to work shaa. Monday came faster than I expected and I saw myself back at work. As usual I exchanged pleasantries and on my way to my little corner, something struck me. The condom rack on the counter that has been full since I resumed work on Monday was now empty. Arrgh!!! I was shocked, I was almost about to ask who removed the condoms till I recalled my interaction with Ralph over how weekend market is. This sprung up curiosity in me and made me to make a detour and head towards side where the blue pills were kept. To my utmost dismay, it also suffered the same fate as the innocent condoms on the rack, I stood and observed a minute silence for them why I tried to imagine where they are right now, anyway it's none of my business.

This little discovery of mine made me swear an oath on my breakfast that nothing shall

A Confused Pharmacy Student's Diary:Episode 2

First Patient.

Life has always created room for a first time, so I expected it but not as fast as it came. The invitation from one of the sales boy whom I later found his name to be DEJI came with too many reactions. My ear contracted in a manner similar to I can't hear you, in a split second all my sweat pores opened up and started crying. My heart was not left out as it skipped 300 times in 1 second. Since propranolol ( a drug used in the treatment of stage fright) was not available at the moment and the patient cannot come and be waiting, I took a deep breath and like a lion I surged towards the patient why making a mental calculation of my incomplete knowledge of pharmacology and hoping to make my unborn children proud.

The patient was a average height, fair and tough looking guy with an almost dirty cap to match his polo whom from my assessment should be in his early twenties. The way he replied to my greeting showed he had a inept understanding of Igbo language, this made me continue in our local language since I could remember Pharm. Maureen's voice (the lecturer that taught my class introduction to pharmacy practice) telling us that usage of the patient's local language is the most perfect form of communication.

After the usual exchange of greetings,

A Confused Pharmacy Student's Diary:Episode 1

Wait! don't let the name deceive you o and you start seeing me as one of those pharmacist wannabes that just wanted to be a pharmacist without studying pharmacy, I am a pharmacy student who was recently introduced to the vast and humongous world of pharmacology with a near little knowledge of Pathology and diagnosis. This was my situation or something worse than this when my faculty decided in it's generosity to send me on an emergency IT.

The frenzy and Euphoria it created amongst my colleagues got me more interested as my first vow of I must go for IT came when as a freshman in the campus, I was lured to attend the first NFCPS fellowship. At that fellowship the way and manner the Magnifique class of 015 brandished and danced from front to back with a fat looking envelope did the job. I won't want to talk about the sad tales I got from my elder colleagues whom told me of how different it is in the practice. I brushed them off saying my case should be different.