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,