Pharm.Promzy

21/09/2025

The Night That Changed Everything

That morning, I woke up with a strange feeling. A hand was running all over my body. I opened my eyes and saw my boss, the man I worked for as a nanny, bending over me, trying to pull down my pants.

“Sir!” I whispered sharply, pulling the blanket over myself. “What are you doing here?”

He froze. His face looked guilty.
“Please, don’t shout,” he begged, his voice trembling. “I… I’m sorry. I lost control. Please don’t tell my wife.”

I was shocked. My heart was racing fast. I couldn’t believe the same man whose children I cared for, whose wife trusted me, would try this. I didn’t lock my door at night because sometimes my madam brought her crying baby for me to soothe. I never thought that decision would expose me to this.

At first, I thought it was a one-time mistake. But it wasn’t.

Almost every night after that, he sneaked into my room. Sometimes, I was too deep in sleep to notice. Other times, I woke up to find his hand on me. I noticed his perfume lingering in my room in the morning, and during the day he started acting overly kind, always smiling at me and giving me small favors.

One night, I finally caught him fully awake.

“Sir, stop!” I cried, pushing him off.

He immediately dropped to his knees. “Please, don’t tell Nkechi. Don’t tell my wife. You will destroy my marriage. I beg you. I promise this will never happen again.”

I looked at him, torn between anger and pity. His wife was a kind woman who treated me well, and I didn’t want to cause her pain. So I warned him never to try it again.

But promises are easy to make and hard to keep. He did not stop.

After enduring for some months, I decided to resign.

“Why do you want to leave me now?” my madam asked one evening, almost in tears. “Please, don’t go. I will increase your salary. Double. Just stay. You know how difficult it is for me with two toddlers and a baby.”

I felt pity for her. She was truly a good woman. At the same time, I needed the money to support my family back home because I was the breadwinner. So, against my own will, I stayed.

But one fateful night, the secret could not hide anymore.

As usual, my boss crept into my room. But what he didn’t know was that his wife had been suspicious of his late-night movements. Out of curiosity, she decided to follow him that night.

I was half asleep when my door suddenly burst open. A bright torchlight blinded my eyes.

“What is this?!” Madam shouted, her voice filled with shock and anger.

I sat up immediately, trembling. My boss was standing near my bed, half naked, completely caught.

“Chike!” she screamed. “This is where you sneak to every night? With the girl who looks after our children?!”

My boss fell on his knees immediately. “Nkechi, please, forgive me. It’s the devil. I beg you, don’t leave me.”

I too dropped to my knees, crying. “Madam, please believe me. I never wanted this. I begged him to stop. Please don’t hate me.”

That night was full of tears. Madam threatened to leave. She packed some of her clothes the next morning and left with her friend Amaka. The house was filled with silence and shame.

For two weeks, she stayed away. My boss kept begging her through calls, through Amaka, through letters. He promised to change, promised to never betray her again.

Finally, Amaka sat her down. “My friend,” she said gently, “marriage is not easy. Men can fail. But if he’s truly repentant, give him another chance. Don’t let this mistake scatter your home. Think of your children.”

It was not easy, but eventually Madam agreed to return.

When she came back, the atmosphere was heavy. We all avoided eye contact. But little by little, with prayers, advice, and a lot of effort, she and her husband began to rebuild their relationship.

One night, I overheard them talking in their room.

“If I forgive you, Chike, then you must never, ever betray me again,” Madam said firmly.

“I swear on my life,” he said, his voice breaking. “I will spend the rest of my days proving my love to you.”

From then on, I noticed changes. He treated her better, respected her more, and they began to laugh together again. Slowly, their bond grew stronger.

Seven years later, they are still together, happy and united.

As for me, something beautiful came out of my pain. One evening, Madam called me to the sitting room.

“My dear,” she said, holding my hand warmly. “After all you went through, you still cared for my children and never abandoned me. I will never forget that. We want to sponsor you to the university. You deserve better.”

I broke down in tears. That decision changed my life. Today, I am a graduate, doing well in my career, and I look back with gratitude — not bitterness.

Moral Lessons

1. Marriage is not perfect. Storms will come, but with forgiveness, patience and love, couples can rebuild.

2. Forgiveness is powerful, but it must go hand-in-hand with repentance and change.

3. Kindness is remembered. My madam’s kindness gave me a new future.

4. Silence encourages evil. If you face harassment, speak up to the right people.

5. Abuse should never be tolerated. Forgiveness is good, but not at the cost of your safety or dignity.

In conclusion: Every marriage has its ups and downs. But with tolerance, forgiveness, meekness, and love, couples can overcome almost anything. However, when it comes to abuse, the answer should always be NO. No one deserves to suffer in silence.

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19/09/2025

11/09/2025

The Nurse and the Yellow Injection

That afternoon, the pharmacy was calm when a nurse walked in. She greeted us with a smile and bought some injections, including a B-complex injection. Everything went smoothly, and she left.

Two days later, she returned, but this time, her face carried a frown.

Nurse: “Good afternoon. Please, the B-complex injection I bought from your pharmacy is not good. I think it’s fake.”

I was surprised. I knew the ampoule was intact, not expired, and we don’t sell fake products.

Me: “Ma, can I know why you feel it’s fake?”

She sighed deeply.
Nurse: “When I withdrew the injection, the colour was light yellow. Normally, the ones I’ve been buying are deep yellow. Even the patient complained that maybe it won’t be effective.”

I smiled a little because I understood her concern.
Me: “I see. But actually, B-complex injection is always yellow in colour. The difference is that the shade can be lighter or deeper depending on the brand. That does not make it fake.”

She still looked unconvinced.@
Nurse: “Are you sure? Because this one looks different.”

Me: “Yes, I’m sure. Think of it like Fanta in different bottles. Sometimes it looks darker, sometimes lighter, but it’s still Fanta. The effectiveness of B-complex injection doesn’t depend on how yellow it looks, but on the strength of the vitamins inside.”

She thought for a while, then her face softened.

Nurse: “Hmm… I didn’t know that. Nobody ever explained it this way. Thank you.”

Me: “It’s okay. You can also explain to your patients so they don’t get worried unnecessarily.”

Her frown turned into a smile.

Nurse: “I will. Honestly, you’ve enlightened me. God bless you.”

She left happier than she came, and I felt fulfilled knowing I had helped not just her, but also her patients through her.

Moral Lessons
1. Don’t judge a product by appearance alone, knowledge saves us from wrong assumptions.

2. Patients and health workers should always ask questions before concluding.

3. Communication and patience go a long way in solving problems.

💉 What is B-Complex Injection?
B-complex injection is a mixture of B vitamins (like B1, B2, B3, B6, and B12) that help the body use energy properly, support nerves, and improve red blood cell formation.

Uses:
1.Boosts energy in people who are weak or fatigued.

2.Supports nerve health

3.Helps in anemia related to vitamin B deficiency.

4.Improves appetite and metabolism

👥 Who may need it?

1. People recovering from illness or surgery.

2. Patients with poor appetite or malnutrition.

3.Those with nerve-related problems (like neuropathy).

4. People with vitamin B deficiency

⚠️ Note: Not everyone needs B-complex injections. It should be given under a doctor or pharmacist’s advice.


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08/09/2025

The Course That Almost Broke Me

Have you ever faced a moment in life where you thought it was all over only for God to turn it into a testimony?

This morning, while I was rearranging my room, I stumbled on one of my old lecture notes from 3rd year. The moment I saw the course title boldly written on it, I froze, then burst into laughter.

Not because it was funny, but because of the memories it carried. Memories of how that single course almost made me repeat a whole level, and how God eventually helped me pull through.

When I first gained admission into the university, everything seemed to be going smoothly. The workload was tougher than secondary school, but I quickly adapted.

My first year came and went, then my second. By the end of level 200, I was excited and eager to step into the next phase.

But there was one fear that never left my heart. Level 300!.

In my faculty of pharmacy, 3rd year was known as the “make or break” year. Students dreaded it because of one notorious course.

Many repeated, many dropped out, and some had to change to other departments. The lecturer in charge was no joke, and everyone knew it.

Now, I need to be honest with you: I was never good with calculations. That was my weakness, and unfortunately, this course was full of them.

If you failed it, you couldn’t move on. You would repeat, no excuses.

When the second semester exams came, I studied hard, prayed harder, and told myself I was ready.

On the day of the exam, the theory paper was shared. As I flipped through the questions, my entire body went cold. Out of 7 questions, I could only attempt 2. Right there in the exam hall, tears filled my eyes.

Then came the multiple-choice paper: 100 questions in 45 minutes.

Seventy percent of them were calculations. I buried my head and tried my best, but I could only attempt 60. Out of fear, I tried shading more answers at the last minute, but the examiner caught me and deducted marks. At that point, I knew I was finished.

That night, I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. My heart was heavy. And weeks later, when the results were released, my worst fear came true.

I failed.

I broke down. The thought of rewriting the course drained me. The shame, the stress, the fear of failing again. It all felt like too much.

But thank God for friends who refused to let me drown. They encouraged me, prayed with me, and even took time to tutor me. Slowly, I picked myself up and began to prepare for the resit exam.

This time, I studied like my life depended on it. Day and night, I worked on calculations until they started making sense. I wasn’t just reading anymore, I was understanding.

Finally, the resit exam day came.

With boldness, I walked into the hall. I flipped the question paper open and to my greatest surprise, not a single calculation appeared.
I almost laughed out loud. I answered every question with ease, submitted my paper with joy, and walked out smiling.

When the results were released, I had passed! That same course that once gave me tears had turned into my testimony. I moved on to the next level, and the rest of my years in school were smooth.

Looking back now, I realize something powerful: “failure is not the end, it is only a lesson”. Failure teaches us how to rise stronger, it humbles us, it shapes us, and it reminds us that we are capable of more than we think.

Morals

1.Failure does not define you, it refines you.

2. With resilience, determination, and the right support, no obstacle is too big.

3. And most importantly, God never abandons us, even in our lowest moments.

Note:
If failure ever knocks you down, don’t stay there, stand, fight again, and watch how God turns your pain into victory.

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07/09/2025

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02/09/2025

The Day I Truly Appreciated Being a Health Professional

Growing up, my dream was to be an actress. I loved to act, and if you asked me back then, I would boldly say, “I will study Theatre Arts in the university.” But there was a problem; stage fright. I loved acting, but hated crowds.

I remember telling myself, “Don’t worry, you’ll overcome this with time.” But deep inside, I knew the lifestyle of an actress wasn’t for me. I loved food too much to be watching my body every second, and I hated exercising with passion.

So, after much thought and my dad’s gentle persuasion I switched paths. I went back to rewrite WAEC in science subjects, passed, got into the university, and five years later, I became a health professional.

At first, I didn’t think much of it. But something happened one evening that changed my life forever.

I was returning from work when I saw some neighborhood boys playing football.

“Aunty good evening!” they chorused, pausing respectfully as I walked past. I smiled and waved. But just a few steps later, I heard a loud scream.

“Hey! He has fainted!” one boy shouted.

I turned quickly. One of the boys about 13 years old was lying on the ground, gasping for air. His body shook uncontrollably. My heart skipped. This is serious.

I rushed over. “Everyone give him space!” I shouted, kneeling beside him. I checked, his breathing was irregular, almost stopping. This was agonal breathing.

The crowd panicked.
“Jesus! Somebody do something!”
“Where’s his mother?!”
“Let’s find a car!”

The boy’s mother arrived within minutes, screaming and holding her head.
“My son! Chibuzo! Don’t leave me ooo!” she wailed.

I dropped my bag, loosened his shirt, and began CPR. As I pressed his chest rhythmically, I whispered in my heart, Lord, please save this boy.

People gathered, some crying, others shouting. Then, a man driving by stopped his car.
“What’s happening here?”
“Please help us! This boy is dying!” someone replied.

Without hesitation, the man said, “Quickly, bring him into my car.”

With the help of others, we carried the boy and rushed to the hospital. I sat inside with the parents, still monitoring him. The mother held his hand tightly, tears streaming down.
“Madam, be strong. He’ll be fine,” I told her gently, though my own heart was racing.

At the hospital, the boy was rushed into the emergency unit. The doctor and nurses worked immediately. Minutes later, the boy was stabilized. He was breathing normally again.

The doctor looked at me and said, “If not for the CPR you did, we might have lost him. Well done.”

At that moment, relief washed over me. I smiled, but inside, I was overwhelmed with gratitude.

The boy’s father broke down in tears. He held my hands and said, “You don’t understand… This boy is my only child after 20 years of waiting. You saved my life.”

I couldn’t hold back my own tears. I hugged both parents and assured them, “He will live and grow strong. God didn’t bring him this far to be taken away.”

Weeks later, while I was at work, the boy’s parents walked in, carrying gifts and food items.

“Surprise!” they chorused, smiling brightly.
I laughed, a bit shy. “Ah, you people didn’t need to do this.”

The boy’s mother hugged me tightly. “We had to. You saved our son. God will bless you abundantly.”

That day, as I carried their gifts, my heart swelled with pride. For the first time, I whispered to myself: I am exactly where I’m meant to be. This is why God made me a health professional.

That incident taught me something powerful. Sometimes, life doesn’t give us the career we want, but the one we are meant for.

To everyone reading this:
Learn CPR. You don’t need to be a health professional to save a life. Knowing simple first aid skills like chest compressions and rescue breaths can make the difference between life and death.
You never know when you might be someone’s miracle.

That was the day I truly appreciated being a health professional.

Still your favorite Pharmacist.
We are just a dm away


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29/08/2025

Why a Woman and Her Husband shouted at the Pharmacist

This morning I woke up cheerful, just like every other day. After my usual routine, I got ready and headed to the pharmacy. When I arrived, I greeted the staff with a smile, cracked a few jokes, and lightened the mood as I always do.

Not long after, one of the staff informed me that a couple had been waiting to see me. I asked them to come into the consultation room.
The couple looked worried. The father spoke first.
Father: “Sir, our little boy, he’s just 2 years old. He has been stooling for the past five days. We took him to the hospital, but the stooling hasn’t stopped.”

I leaned forward gently.

Me: “I’m sorry to hear that. Let me ask a few more questions so I can understand what’s going on.”
I asked about his feeding, hydration, and other symptoms. After that, I carefully prescribed some medications, but before finalizing, I requested:
Me: “Please, can you give me the names of the medicines he was given at the hospital? I don’t want to repeat the same drugs.”
They shared the list, and I adjusted my prescription. The bill was prepared, and they agreed to pay.
But then, the mother raised her hand.
Mother: “Excuse me, can you list out the names of these drugs for me?”
I smiled politely.
Me: “Ma, I can explain what each drug will do for your son, but it’s against professional practice to start listing brand names in this way. Please understand, it’s for safety and confidentiality.”
She nodded reluctantly. They paid, and I felt relieved. I explained how to use the drugs and handed them over.

But then, she picked up the multivitamin syrup.
Mother: “How much is this one?”
Me: “The prices of each drug are already on the receipt, ma.”
She checked the receipt and frowned.
Mother: “Change this multivitamin to a cheaper brand.”
I sighed gently and tried to remain calm.
Me: “Ma, this brand was carefully selected because of its effectiveness. If you had mentioned earlier that the cost was a concern, I would have given you a more affordable option. But now, it has already been dispensed.”
Suddenly, she raised her voice.
Mother: “I’m also a medical personnel! Don’t tell me what to do. Change this drug now!”
Her husband joined in, both of them shouting. Other patients started watching.

At first, I kept calm, trying to attend to others. But when they wouldn’t stop, I raised my voice a little.
Me: “Enough, please. I have explained. If you’re not satisfied, you can return the drugs.”
They still shouted, so I quietly refunded their money and asked them to leave. But the woman refused. I had no choice but to call security, who escorted them out.

When the door finally closed, I let out a long breath. Honestly, it hurt me to shout at them. I knew they were just frustrated because their child was sick.

Later in the day, something surprising happened. The same father came back alone. He walked slowly to the counter.
Father: “Pharmacist, I came to apologize. My wife was only scared. She hasn’t slept for days because of our son’s illness. We both overreacted. Please don’t be angry with us.”
I smiled and shook his hand.
Me: “I understand. Parents act out of fear when their child is sick. Let’s focus on getting your boy well.”
We sat down again, went through the prescription calmly, and this time he accepted the medicines with gratitude.
As he left, I felt peace return to my heart.

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19/08/2025

Last Friday, around noon, a young woman walked into the pharmacy. She looked a bit shy but determined.

Customer: “Good afternoon. Please, I want to buy Klovinal pessaries.”

Pharmacist (me): “Alright. Can I ask, are you having any itching, discharge, or discomfort?”

Customer: shakes her head quickly “No, nothing like that. I’m fine.”

Pharmacist: “Okay… so why do you want the drug?”

She hesitated for a moment, then leaned closer and whispered.

Customer: “Someone told me it’s good to use it after every monthly flow. They said it will help me prevent infection.”

I smiled gently, not to embarrass her.

Pharmacist: “I understand. Many women hear the same thing. But let me explain something important to you. Klovinal is not meant to be used like that.”

Customer: surprised “Really? But I thought it was safe.”

Pharmacist: “Klovinal belongs to a class of drugs called va**nal pessaries. They are used when there is an actual infection—like yeast infection or bacterial vaginosis. They are not for prevention. Using them when you don’t have symptoms can cause problems.”

Customer: curious “What kind of problems?”

Pharmacist: “When you use drugs unnecessarily, your body can build resistance. That means, if you ever develop a real infection later, the drug may not work for you anymore. Also, it can disturb the natural balance of healthy bacteria in your body, which may even cause the same infection you’re trying to avoid.”

The customer’s eyes widened.

Customer: “Oh… I didn’t know. So what should I do after my monthly cycle?”

Pharmacist: “Honestly, the best thing is to maintain simple hygiene:

Bathe regularly,

Change sanitary pads often during menstruation,

Wash only the outside of the va**na with mild soap and water (never insert soap inside),

Wear clean cotton underwear.

That’s all you need. Your body is naturally designed to protect itself.”

She nodded, looking relieved.

Customer: “Thank you so much. I’m glad I asked. I’ll stop using it unnecessarily.”

Pharmacist: smiles “That’s the best decision. And anytime you feel symptoms—like itching, unusual discharge, or bad odor—come back. That’s when a drug like Klovinal may be needed, but only on a doctor’s or pharmacist’s advice.”

NOTE
Klovinal pessaries and similar drugs are anti-infectives.They are meant for treating infections, not for preventing them. Using them wrongly can:

Cause drug resistance (medicine won’t work when truly needed).

Disturb the body’s natural balance and trigger new infections.

Correct usage: Insert into the va**na at bedtime for 6–7 days, only when prescribed for an infection.

Best prevention: Good hygiene and healthy habits—not unnecessary drugs.

06/08/2025

05/08/2025

Menopause, is the time when menstrual periods permanently stop, marking the end of the reproductive stage in females. It typically occurs between the ages of 45 to 55. A lot of women go through menopausal symptoms without even knowing.

So what are the symptoms of Menopause
They include:

Hot flashes and night sweat
Fatigue
Depression
Bone weakness
Sleep disturbance
Headaches
Joint and muscle aches and pains
Weight gain
Hair loss
Changes in libido (s*x drive)
Loss of bladder control or urinary problems
Memory problems
Depression and anxiety etc

Note: You can manage these symptoms using drug supplements or life style

Lifestyle management of menopause symptoms include;

Focus on a variety of fruits, vegetables, and whole grains, while limiting saturated fats, oils, and sugars.

Ensure adequate intake of calcium and vitamin D, either through diet or supplements, to support bone health

Maintain a healthy weight

Minimize consumption of alcohol, caffeine, and spicy foods, which can trigger hot flashes.

Engage in a daily exercise as this helps to keep your muscle and bones fit.

Have a regular and proper sleep daily.
Manage your stress, develop the habit of resting when you are tired.

Consider va**nal lubricants or moisturizers: If experiencing va**nal dryness, these can provide relief.

NOTE: Smoking can worsen menopause symptoms and increase the risk of other health problems.

So As a lady in her mid 40s reading this go and grab MENOPACE supplement or any other menopause supplements

30/07/2025

For every time you treated malaria or typhoid or both, it's advised that you follow it up with a multivitamin and blood boosters because the parasite/bacteria that causes malaria/typhoid respectively breaks down the red blood cells leading to decrease in the number of red blood cells causing anemia.

The multivitamins and blood booster helps to replenish essential nutrients that may have been depleted during the illness and supports the body's recovery process.

NOTE: Blood boosters are best taking 1-2 weeks after your treatment for better result

29/07/2025