Entry 38

UNLIKELY

Seriously, I simply can’t decide which I hate the most; waiting at the dentist or waiting in the banking halls. Buh, which really do I prefer? One of them would cause me a short term pain and release me for a long stretch of pleasure plus killer smile the other would cause me a short time pain and--- and? Buh, I don’t know what I gain from banks.

Given, they keep my money for me, make me feel guilty when I go past my quota and are a general pain in the \whoohaa/ when it comes to honesty. Their customer service sucks, the cashiers need a lesson or two in being nice to customers and need I talk about the “cockroach letter” they send to you if by no fault of yours but due to the ingenious efforts of them “Y boys” you get robbed? Am so deep in hate with banks that I almost forgot what got me started in the first place!
Buh, I better clean up my act before next thing I know, I’d be taken in for questioning concerning the disappearance of certain bank staff. Ha! That would be so funny (but not such a bad idea though, i.e. making a staff disappear every now and then until they learn to be nice to people. They could name the act a form of ‘hands on protest’).


On the other hand, dentistry or hospitals as a whole are a ‘here or there’ kindda thing. There is a difference between private hospitals and teaching hospitals. For starters, Dr Dash (oops!) correction Dr. Eyikimi works at the teaching hospital and he is very good at what he does! I believe the problem of teaching hospitals lie within the system; the long wait, the lack of proper functioning materials and the fact that since its government work, the staff can decide to up and go on strike anytime not bothering that their patients might not be so cool with their streak of boldness. Whereas the private people are always available and are in tune to your needs et al (they even offer candy and lollipop in some cases) they can’t be compared to the teaching hospitals which offer an all round medical checkup even if you went to say the dentist for say… a toothache?

I guess after cursing and swearing for the doctors and staff of teaching hospital, I’d be among the first people to cast my vote for their continued existence (I can’t say I’d do the same for bankers though-> Die! Die! Die!! All my enemies die). They are a nice bunch, I envy their comradeship and the way they consult with “the higher authority” before going further on any treatment. My only fear is that if anyone of their staff or either one of the students being taught should mistakenly leave a ‘happy’ scissors in my tummy after an appendectomy, if I am lucky to walk away with my life, I can’t sue for negligence. Rather I should be grateful because after all, IT IS A TEACHING HOSPITAL “these mistakes do happen”.


Madams’ whimpering brings me back to the present, time for introduction.
Hello world, meet my little sister; Annabel Lilia Sean-Eyikimi.
Of late, I have come to realize that shrinks don’t really know how to control people and all that; most of the controlling done in this life is done by mothers and (funny enough) “Pinky”.

True Story:
Dr. Dash and mother visited orphanage children’s home made their rounds and were leaving when they noticed a baby by itself in a corner. The people in charge had put it aside because not only was the baby a “born throway”, according to them, it was an evil child destined to die. The baby had a hole in its mouth and was seen as a bad omen.

Mother thought otherwise and decided it was high time her and Dr. Dash (I mean Dr. Eyikimi Sean) had another child. A series of paperwork, background checks and months later, baby Annabel, Lilia Sean-Eyikimi was brought home.


My little sister!

She has cleft lip; her appointment with the dentist was scheduled for today. Sean had an important conference to attend in India and decided it could also double as an opportunity for mother to check with the doctors to make sure her cancer was in remission so he made arrangements for mother to travel with him. Not wanting their precious baby to miss her appointment, they put me in charge of taking Annabel to the dentist and supervising her treatment until they return.

Like I mind?! Hole in mouth aside, Annabel is still the cutest baby ever. Given the fact that she also got the mouthful names like yours truly, I can’t help but love her. So, rather than seat and be mad at the lacking state of things at the hospital, I can lose myself in the dream that one day I’d be so very rich, buy all the banks in Nigeria (apart from one- name withheld) and lease the buildings out to ‘mama-put’’s and bole roasters! They are obviously a whole nicer lot!!


- Tabby