Becky's Medical Journal

25/05/2026

Me, My passions and Dreams 🥰

06/03/2026

Confidence looks good on a student nurse in three - line cap 🥰

27/12/2025

Title: "When Me Becomes We: The Pressure We Ignore

It’s that time of the year again, music in the air, food on every table, joy in every corner. But while we’re celebrating, something else is quietly happening in the background: our bodies are whispering for help, and many of us aren’t listening.

Let’s talk about blood pressure, not the hospital kind that makes you panic, but the one that’s always there, quietly responding to the choices we make every day.

You see, there’s a kind of pressure that doesn’t show up with loud signs. No fever, no swelling, no wound. Just a little more tired than usual… a small headache… maybe a racing heart after a short walk. Most times, we wave it off, saying, It’s nothing, I’ve just been stressed. " But sometimes, that “nothing” is high blood pressure, and it’s slowly doing damage.

This festive season, as we eat, laugh, and celebrate, our hearts are doing the work behind the scenes. The extra salt in that delicious meat, the overload of fizzy drinks, the drinks we say we’re taking “just to relax”... it all adds up. And before we know it, what was meant to bring joy begins to take a toll.

On the flip side, some of us are constantly dizzy, weak, or feeling like we might pass out at any moment. It’s not laziness or overthinking. It could be low blood pressure, another quiet struggle that can turn dangerous if ignored.

Whether too high or too low, pressure is pressure. And in this season of joy, it’s important to be mindful, not just of what we eat, but also of what we allow into our minds and hearts . Emotional stress is just as powerful as physical pressure.

So this December, let’s care deeply, not only for the people we love, but for ourselves too. Let’s check our blood pressure. Let’s rest. Let’s drink water. Let’s laugh fully, eat wisely, and live with balance.

Because health doesn’t take a holiday, and neither should our self-care.

Merry Christmas 🥰

15/11/2025

😂 Sugar wey no get control – Na Diabetes be that!.

You see this body? E dey like generator , it runs on fuel, and that fuel na sugar (glucose).

But sugar no just enter body cells by itself o. It needs a key. That key na 'Insulin'.

Now imagine say the key don lost or stubborn, sugar go just dey waka up and down inside your blood like jobless person. That wahala? Na diabetes!.

🩺 So Wetin Be Diabetes?

Diabetes na when your blood get too much sugar* because insulin don fail duty:

- Either e no show up at all (Type 1)

- Or e dey there but dey do like say e no get sense (Type 2)

Sometimes, belle people (pregnant women) go even get visitor wey be gestational diabetes, e go waka after birth, but sometimes e go stubborn stay.

😩 Why E Dey Worry Us?

Because sugar wey no stay for where e suppose dey go start to damage body parts:

Eyes, kidneys, feet, and even heart. Na why dem dey call am "sweet killer."

😎 The Good News?

If you manage am well, with food, exercise, meds, and small discipline , you go still enjoy life well well.

📢 Moral of the story?

No let sugar play rough play for your body. Check am. Manage am. Control am.

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Nurse Becky ✍️

12/09/2025

Present, but Powerless: A Glimpse into Clinical Posting as a Nursing Student

During my clinical posting, I found myself standing beside a patient in deep pain. I knew what was wrong. I even knew what could ease their discomfort. But I stood there, silent.

Not because I didn’t care.
Not because I didn’t want to help.
But because as a student, I wasn’t allowed to act without supervision.

That moment broke me.

It’s hard when you're learning in an environment where lives are at stake. You want to do more, you want to act quickly but the fear of making a mistake holds your hand back. Sometimes, it's not even fear. It's just the rule of the system.

And so, I did what I could: I held the patient’s hand. I spoke gently. I waited for the nurse to come.

This is one of many realities nursing students face. We're trained to care, yet often restricted by inexperience, hierarchy, or fear. We’re learning to grow, under pressure, in real time, where every decision counts.

🩺 To my fellow student nurses: You’re doing better than you think.

🩺 To our senior colleagues and mentors: Your patience, guidance, and words of encouragement mean the world.

📌 Have you ever felt this helplessness during your training? How did you overcome it?.

26/08/2025

12/08/2025

"First day in the Eye Ward and boom! I witnessed a cataract surgery 👁️🔪💥 Just one day here and my eyes don see things 😅👩‍⚕️ Truly, nursing no be beans oo. This posting is not just interesting it's eye-opening... literally!"

"Cataract surgery is a procedure where the cloudy lens of the eye is removed and replaced with a clear one. It restores vision and brings back smiles. Today, I watched lives get brighter, one eye at a time."

31/07/2025

🩺 "In the silence of the strike, the cries of the sick grow louder."

Second week into my ENT posting at UNTH.

We arrived that morning expecting the usual bustle in the wards. But something felt off. The halls were too quiet, the beds too empty. The air was heavy. Then came the whisper:
The nurses are on strike.

We were told to return to our lodges. Just as we turned to leave, a frail voice stopped me.
“Who will care for us if the nurses aren't here?” she asked, her eyes wide with fear.

I stood there, frozen. I had no answer. I could only ask her to sit and wait, though I knew no one might come.

As I walked away, my heart broke. What about the patients who can’t feed themselves? The ones who lie helpless, unable to speak or move?

This strike isn’t just a disruption, it’s a cry. A cry from nurses who are overworked, underpaid, and constantly overlooked by a system that treats them as invisible.

But they are not invisible to the patients who depend on them.
To the woman who held my hand today.
To the man in the ward who can’t lift his own spoon.

Nurses are the backbone of our hospitals, and the silence of their absence is deafening.

As a student nurse, today didn’t just teach me medicine. It taught me heartbreak, injustice, and the urgent need for change.

Dear Nigerian Government, you cannot keep neglecting those who hold up the lives of our people. Nurses deserve better. And so do the masses they serve.

Nurse Becky ✍️

25/07/2025

Posted to the Skin Clinic this week with my sweet friend 💉🩺 and one big thing I’ve learned so far at University Teaching Hospital, Enugu, is the beauty of teamwork! With so many specialists and professionals under one roof, it’s amazing to see how harmony and collaboration make patient care so effective. Grateful for the experience!.

01/07/2025

Hey fam, it’s Nurse Becky! 💉🩺
I know, I know… it’s been a minute! But your favorite nurse is back, and just in time to say Happy New Month! 🎉 Hello July!
As we dive into this new month (and possibly some unpredictable weather), let me drop a few quick tips to keep you healthy and glowing, not sneezing and sniffling 😷👇🏽
🌧️ Don’t get caught in the rain – Umbrella is your bestie this season!
💦 Drink water , Not just chilled soda 😅
🥗 Eat your veggies, Yes, even the green ones you "accidentally" forget
🧼 Wash your hands, Germs don’t take holidays
😴 Rest well – Being a superhero is exhausting, even for you
🦟 Watch out for mosquitoes, They’re still jobless and biting 😩
🌬️ Let fresh air in Your room needs it, trust me 😂
Let’s stay safe, strong, and sweet-smelling this July 😄
More health tips loading this month, don’t go far!
With love,
Nurse Becky 💉