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18 Facts About My 18 Year Old Brother

18 years ago today, my little brother was born, and he took over our position as the cutest in the family. Over the years, we’ve gotten that back, and even though he’s a pain and annoying most of the time, he is still the most loyal, funniest and smartest of us all.

  1. AD was born with two extra fingers, and he still has the little stumps.
  2. AD called the police when he was 5 because Ken and I wouldn’t give him the remote to the TV.
  3. When AD was younger, he was OBSESSED with cereal and toast and he’d eat that all day, EVERY day.
  4. AD can do complex multiplication in his head and most of the time, he’s faster than a calculator.
  5. When AD was younger, we’d pay him to wear our heels and break them in for us.
  6. AD is terrified of pigeons. Home Alone 2 literally makes him sick because of the pigeon lady.
  7. He is the tallest person in our family and somehow he’s still growing.
  8. He is a very devoted Kanye West fan, and can give you detailed rants about why he is the greatest of all time.
  9. AD rarely cries, but he feels very strongly about Maroon 5’s She Will Be Loved.
  10. At a Taylor Swift concert in 2012, AD elbowed many young girls out of the way so he could get a photo with Taylor’s mum.
  11. AD is very big on Snapchat streaks, and he has a friend constantly on standby to log into his account if he can’t make a streak.
  12. AD wants to be referred to as ‘King in the North’ when he moves to Leeds for uni in September.
  13. AD is tone deaf, but his art work is amaaaaaaaazing.
  14. AD’s name isn’t AD. In fact, he has many names that he doesn’t know, but you’re going to have to ask him for the story. It’s quite the tale.
  15. AD was born on a Sunday, and he was (and still is) the cutest baby I have ever seen.
  16.  AD has achieved many things, but he’s very proud of the times that he got retweeted by Macklemore and Desiigner.
  17. Despite his height, AD prefers football to basketball.
  18. AD rarely cries, but he cried when we went to uni, just like Kenny and I will cry when he goes to university next month.

Happy 18th birthday to our original triplet; inside and out you’re better than we are.

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Challenge of the Month: Lads Holiday

Mahan, Shak and Riyad are three of my dearest friends, so going on holiday with them didn’t seem like a big deal to me, as this is something that we’ve been trying to make a thing since foundation year. Many people were sceptical about me being the only girl, which again, wasn’t really a big deal to me, but it was my first “lads” holiday, which is why I guess it can count as a challenge.

We had a lovely week in Dubrovnik, Croatia; it was so SO much fun! Dubrovnik is a very beautiful, albeit expensive city, and highlights included the Game of Thrones tour, visiting and kayaking around Lokrum Island, our day trip to Montenegro, the amazing view from Panorama restuarant, and the food, ofcourse. SO YUM.

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Ofcourse, what happened in Dubrovs stays in Dubrovs, because the things I’ve been privy to would need a whole new blog dedicated to them… hahahahaha, oy vey.

But to answer a question I’ve been getting a lot, the answer is no, Shak and I are not going out. Even though we do make a cute couple- Shak would be the one punching, ofcourse.

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Overall it was a great holiday that went way too quickly, and even though the guys can be super annoying sometimes, I love them really, and I know I’m blessed to have them. Three angels tbh…

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Going Back to Nigeria After 13 Years

I am more British than I thought I was.

You see, when you have dual citizenship, you exist in this weird limbo of feeling like you don’t really fit in anywhere. Confused? Allow me to explain.

Whenever someone in the UK asks me where I’m from, my automatic response is “Nigeria,” because even though I’ve lived in England for most of my life now, I still don’t feel “properly” British. I always assume that this is what people are getting at when they ask where I’m from, because even though I don’t really have a Nigerian accent anymore, to the majority of them I’m still a foreigner.

However, everytime I’m on holiday abroad and people ask where I’m from, I tell them I’m British, because it’s when I’m away from the UK that I feel like people accept me more as British. And this has been shown to be true, because I rarely get the “But where are you really from?” response when I’m abroad.

I didn’t think this would be the case when I returned to Nigeria though, as I thought that the feeling of total belonging that I don’t have in the UK would be present when I was back in my country of birth. But the Nigeria of my childhood is no more.

So much has changed! On the up side, yay for progress, because things like cinemas and shopping malls weren’t many when I still lived in Lagos, and now they’re everywhere. Technological advances have also brought better phones, laptops, and WiFi access to Nigeria, another yay, but it made me sad to see that some of my favourite food places have waned in popularity because of the likes of Dominoes and KFC, grrrrr.

One thing that hasn’t changed though, is how much money talks in Nigeria. There are still huge disparities between the rich and the poor, and corruption is still a massive problem, as bribery culture is very much a thing. With regards to infrastructure, there is a lot of work that needs to be done, and it would go a lot quicker if government officials didn’t pocket a lot of the money…

I am more British than I thought because after 13 years of living the UK, the patriarchal society that exists in Nigeria is not something I can tolerate anymore. My brother being allowed to get away with more simply because “he’s a boy” is not okay or fair in any way.

I am more British than I thought because being away from the British polite culture and the extra-ness of queuing etiquette made me realise that I’ve been taking it for granted.

I am also more British than I thought because no matter how much I tried to show my family that my Yoruba has actually improved since I’ve been in the UK (shout out to grandma for insisting we speak Yoruba to her on the phone), all they did was laugh and tease me when I spoke it- apparently my accent still wasn’t right. Peak.

So where does this leave me? Well I guess I don’t have to be one or the other; I can be both Nigerian AND British, because no matter how far away I am from it, Nigeria will always have a very special place in my heart. It’s a part of me, and living there for the majority of my formative years has played a massive part in who I am today.

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Finally, TFC, I love you; I promise it won’t take another 13 years till we’re reunited ❤

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Surviving 3rd Year of Medical School

I have cried more this year than any other year so far, fact. To say that I found year 3 difficult would definitely be an understatement, because it seriously drained me.

So when I checked my results and saw that I passed everything, I was too shocked to cry. All I could do was thank God because it was really a miracle that got me through those exams. Especially the written papers- the year 3 short answer paper still makes me cringe when I think of it.

On reflection, there are a couple of things I could have done differently to make this year a bit easier for myself…

1. Taking on a student job in the toughest year of med school, really, Tai? I did enjoy being a student caller, but I didn’t have to do as many shifts as I signed up for, and this was something that my boss only decided to tell me at the end of the campaign. Not so great.

2. Should’ve started revising earlier. I only really got into revision a couple of weeks before exams, so if I’d properly started over Easter like I’d planned, I would have been under less pressure towards the end.

3. Pastest is so much better than Pasmed for practise questions, and is so worth the money. I regret only getting it in June; so much wasted time!

4. Saying yes too much due to my fear of missing out (FOMO) cut into my revision time a lot. I need to bring back year 1 antisocial Tai during exams, because she was so much more on it.

5. Anatomy. And that’s all I have to say about that.

I’m sure there are other things I’ve missed out, but those are the main things I can think of for now. Ahh, 3rd year was definitely no joke, but it really made me trust in God’s will more, because I was comforted by the reminder that no matter what happened, He has a plan for my life.

My family and friends were also a great source of encouragement too, so I’m grateful to have them. Shout out to my housemates- from baking, to crappy TV (I genuinely enjoyed Love Island), to OSCE practise, and conversations in the kitchen, they have been so great, and I really don’t appreciate them enough.

Oh and before I forget: I was a really bad friend to someone who I really respect and count as one of my closest pals. So Samirah, here is another apology for the last day of term. It was really crap of me and I totally deserved your wrath.

So… yeah. My name is Taiwo and I’m a 4th year medical student. COOL.

P.S- I was recently informed that googling ‘manual handling’ has brought quite a few people in my year to this blog. I didn’t know what to say to that, and I still feel a bit awkward about it to be honest, but hi guys! Thanks for stopping by, I guess?

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Module 6 Placement (Renal, Urology & Endocrine)

The last four weeks of placement have been very draining. Early buses and days filled with teaching, ward rounds and clinics have made it difficult for me to find time to revise for end of year exams, so my hopes of being able to post more frequent blog updates were dashed. Apologies to my keen readers, I can still see how many people are reading my posts, so I appreciate the views!

Anyway, how was placement? Well I’m still not a fan of the kidneys, but I don’t hate them as much as I did before. Nephrologists are pretty dang smart and seem to just have all the knowledge, so they’re pretty cool. One of the consultants we had teaching with spent one session going round the group, asking us questions individually, so that was very intense. The same consultant also put me on the spot during a ward round and asked me to take blood from a patient. I haven’t practised venepuncture since last year, so I was quite nervous, but luckily the patient had good veins, YAY.

Urology was very … meh. So many testicles and penises, and just no. Definitely not for me. I finally know the function of a scrotum though, so yay for that? Highlight of urology was getting to catheterise an actual patient in theatre, which was quite cool. Again, I was put on the spot by the surgeon, so I was very nervous because everyone was watching, but I got it in the urethra in one go, YAY.

(P.S. Shout out to the clinical skills tutor at the hospital I was in for being such a total babe, and I will explain why in another post, stay tuned x)

Finally, diabetes and endocrine. I really like endocrine – all the different axises and feedback mechanisms can get quite confusing not going to lie, but it all makes sense when you sit down and think things through. I find it similar to haematology in how it involves a lot of data interpretation and it’s a bit more chilled out, so I really enjoyed it. Diabetes was more dull because the diabetic clinics got quite repetitive, but the antenatal diabetes clinic was a particular highlight. SO MANY CUTE KIDS.

In other news, today was my end of module OSCE, which included stations on catheterisation, cannulation, data interpretation, as well as a shared decision communication skills station on dialysis. Overall it wasn’t too bad; there was definitely one station that I know I could have done better in, and I made some silly mistakes in other stations, but I’m glad it’s over and I can focus on written exams next week. Jesus, take the wheel!

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Pembroke College Oxford May Ball

Two years ago, I was invited to attend the Pembroke College Oxford ball as a guest of my sister, The Keen One a.k.a Kenny. I had such a great time, so I was more than happy to go again this year, and I got to bring Starbucks Gal with me!

The theme of the ball was Studio 54, a throwback to the disco 70s era, and highlights included Love Train (an awesome funk band), the silent disco (Dancing Queen will always be a TUNE), the ball pit because why the heck not? And of course, taking breaks from partying to watch the Simpsons in the college common room. The tenuous link to Studio 54 was that the episodes shown had Disco Stu in them; so random but I was here for it tbh.

Here are some pictures from the night- Ken and I played our FAVE game of Stalking The Photographer To Get In As Many Photos As Possible, and we got some great shots!

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