I'm suing my mother

There are very few childhood dreams I remember with clarity , especially the ones that recurred more than once.

I am outside the house playing with my neighbors. We started playing police and Thief and we’re running round a compound that looks like ours. All of a sdden, the scene changes and we’re in a field. There’s a little gutter by the side, and I turn to damola my neighbour who’s with me “lemme quickly pee here b”

So I bend down, hike my little gown and pee in the gutter. . Suddenly I feel wetness around my leg and my eyes open…

Yes, you guessed it! I’m still on my bed!!! Immediately I start crying because I know what that means for me- Lots of ridicule from my mom!. I was one of those children who didn’t stop bedwetting till almost 8 years old. I can’t begin to recount the hell I went through at home because of this. I remember my mom telling me that she was going to tie an empty can of milk to my leg and call all my friends and tell them to sing for me if I ever wet the bed again.

Today, I had to listen to a presentation on enuresis given by one of the residents that was in the afternoon clinic today. Here were a few highpoints:

• Some of the reasons for Enuresis (bedwetting) include: a small bladder, frequent Urinary tract infections, brain maturation delay, sleep disorders etc.
• It is actually a diagnosis in the DSM IV
• It tends to run in families. Most children have a parent who was a bedwetter. If both parents were, there’s a >80% chance that the child would also be a bedwetter.
• Drugs can be prescribed for the treatment
• There are also behavioural classical conditioning techniques that can be used to help stop it

Well, my mom (like many parents) took the behavioral route in trying to stop it. Only that instead of using an alarm to help me train me to recognize my full bladder, she threatened to beat me many times (cant remember if she actually did). I was made to feel like there was something wrong with me. So did my mum’s tauntings, threats, and everything produce any significant results?

This time around, I’m with my sisters in the house, sometimes in the room when I feel the fullness in my bladder. I’m happy that I was able to sense it, and then make my way to the bathroom. I sit on the toilet…when I remember to actually double check whether it’s a dream or not. I open my eyes, check my surroundings and I’m sure I’m on the toilet seat. I let out a huge sigh of relief for averting a potential crisis. I let out the pee and only that instead of going into the toilet, I feel the wetness around my legs…

Oh shit!

I had many of such days. On days like that, I would cry. My mom caught me on one of those occasions crying and I told her what happened. I did feel my bladder fullness. I tried to wake myself up, I went to the bathroom ONLY THAT IT ALL HAPPENED IN MY DREAM!

A lot of children start bedwetting whenever something traumatic happens in the family like a divorce, birth of a new child, bullying in school etc. I was a middle child and that was traumatic enough!

Anyways, I love my mom or else I’d sue her for emotional distress, psychologic scarring and…blogville lawyers, what else can I sue for?

2. Blogville mummies, (solomonsydelle, fluffycutething, etc) how did you handle bedwetting in your kids

3. Blogville residents, I’m sure I’m not the only one who was a bedwetter, do you care to share any such experience?

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I'm having one of those days again. Days when everything is just blah. I call it my "nobody-loves-me" day. My phone doesnt ring, no emails, nothing. Then i convince myself that its because nobody loves me. On such day i may/may not cry myself to sleep. Do not feel sorry for me or leave any "eiya" comments. Its a phase, and it'll pass. I usually wake up the next day feeling ok.

I'm tired of life. sometimes i feel like its just an act. dont worry, I'm not suicidal.

A friend once mentioned to me that i dont write personal stuff on my blog. She said my blog entertains her, but doesnt divulge anything too personal. I feel she's spoilt. She used to read me when i had a more personal blog.

I'm just getting used to sleeping on my own. I remember a time that i couldnt go to sleep without cuddling up. *sigh* I still sleep with so many pillows. most of them have gone flat. I think i need a cuddle buddy. any takers? o well, i guess im going to invest in a stuffed animal. or who's sending me one?

SHE (nope, her name is "she") wrote a sequel to my last post. A must read if i can say so myself. check it out here.

the good part about this is that im going to hate this post in the morning, and im more likely to update soon. i think i need to go catch some sleep now.

Why?

Thanks to everyone who left a comment on my previous post! I heart you guys, you guys really make me believe in myself. couldnt get round to replying all the comments. im so sowee.

I wrote this a few years ago and thought to share it on blogger since i am in no mood to type a new post...and lets face it copying and pasting is a lot easier!

PS: names have been changed to attempt protect the author's annonymity...from those that have read the story before!

The movie was a chick flick, and so Tunde wasn't really interested. Dinner was a lot better. He had no idea Sister Angela was such a good cook. It was pounded yam and vegetable stew (efo riro). The vegetable stew was like nothing he had ever tasted in his life. There were all sorts of assorted meat, fish, shrimp, locust beans, in short, it was heaven. This was definitely one thing he liked about her. Not that she was bad looking either. Angela had dark chocolate skin, and it seemed to glow even more tonight. Her hair was not covered tonight, and he could see that she had long black hair. He had always been a sucker for long hair. Only if he could just reach over, and run his fingers through her hair.

He got up and packed the plates they used to eat, and headed to the kitchen. He dumped the plates in the sink and returned to the movie- and Angela. This time, instead of sitting on the armchair across from her, he plopped on the couch right beside her. She seemed so engrossed in the movie, and that made her look even more beautiful. Was it the wine he had been drinking earlier before she came in, or something else, cos all of a sudden he seemed drawn to her like never before. Heck! Before this evening, he had never even looked at her as a woman. He must have been blind not to have noticed, she had cleavage, and the blouse she was wearing only emphasized it more.

He didn't know when he reached across, and before he knew it his hand was in her hair.
"Bro Tunde, what's wrong? I just had my hair done o, don't mess it up, or else.."

"What if I mess it up? How about I mess it up, and then take you to the salon to get it done again fair enough?"

She giggled. Her giggle was sexy as hell. It seemed like his hand had lost contact with his brain, cos his hand was now sliding down her neck and shoulders.

"Bro Tunde now, we're just getting to the climax of the movie, and I don't want to miss this scene, stop disturbing me"

In her head, Angela's brain was racing overtime. She liked this guy very much, but things were getting too close too fast.

"C'mon Angela, chill out, I know you want this as much as I do, relax", he coaxed.
"Tunde, please leave me alone"

By this time Angela was frantically trying to get away, but Tunde was bigger and stronger, and deftly removing her clothes. Before she knew it, her blouse was gone, so was her bra, and Tunde was already working on her jeans. Tunde had her pinned on the cream rug in front of the TV. Tears were streaming down her face as Tunde forcefully had his way with her. He didn't even seem to be bothered by her kicks and screams. When he was done, he rolled off her.

There was blood everywhere. She gathered her clothes and ran from the living room, trying to find her way to the nearest bathroom. She locked the door, and hurriedly cleaned herself up. By the time she reentered the living room, Tunde was snoring in front of the TV.

She didn't disturb him, but quietly let herself out of the house.

Third year: the good, the bad, and the ugly

Yes! I passed my board exams and I've started clinicals. This is the year where I decide what I want to do with my life (very scary sturves). Right now, I pretty much am as undecided as i can be. We rotate among Pediatrics, Surgery, Medicine, Ob/gyn, Family medicine, Psychiatry, and a couple that ive forgotten jare.

So this blog will feature either a Rate this section for each clerkship I do- pretty much a summary of the rotation, interesting stuff ive seen etc. That way I guess it'll help me narrow it down. Anyways back to:

The good

1. I'm 1 year 10 months away from that M.D. Actually from now on, you can call me Bumight M. cos I'm already halfway there, lol!

* No more lectures! Third year is strictly clinicals. Pretty much like you're working at the hospital, but instead of getting paid, you pay the school tuition!

* Seeing Patients. Very different from the whole first and second year patient contact. Its like the training wheels are off.

on my first day, my attending pretty much threw me in a room with the patient and told me to go for it! you learn as you move on. Now im getting used to seeing patients by myself without little or no supervision.

* Shopping! yes since you have to dress proffesionally everyday, it means my everyday wear of jeans doesnt work. I've had to go get some work savvy clothes and sensible cute shoes. The people on twitter will bear me witness to what happened when i chose cute over sensible!

* An excuse to get a new phone. Actually, i need a new phone jare, Tmobile is messing up with my love social life with their no-service bull! And since I need a phone that i can put med applications, organize my life, etc...perfect timing! why am i even trying to justify myself? :)

The bad

* They tricked us! For each clerkship rotation, there's one day of lectures per week. I know its only one day, but I dont think i went to any lectures since the second week of second year. For the past two weeks I've been struggling to stay awake in class.

* Sleeping in is not an option: you have to wake up everyday and go in to work whether u feel like it or not. Gone are my days of waking up whenever I open my eyes, now my alarm clock is working overtime!

* Because you are graded subjectively, you have to always be on your gaurd when interacting with attending physicians, cos you dont know what you might do and someone puts it on your evaluation and then u're screwed!

The ugly

* Pimping: being pimped is not fun my people. Pimping is when your attending physician randomly fires you with questions. So you have to be prepared at all times which means reading extensively on certain subjects you might get pimped on. (naija people call it viva)

*Scutwork : Scutting is when people on the higher rungs of the ladder (interns, residents, attendings) send you on random errands that have nothing to do with medicine, like sending you to go get coffee, faxing stuff, getting xrays, etc. You dont have to do scutwork, but sometimes it cannot be avoided.

That's it so far!