Fike's Corner😊

Let me start with something simple: I cannot leave my bucket of water outside.Why? Because… what if someone poisons it? I know, I know.... logically, no one is going to poison my water. But my brain doesn’t care about logic. My brain is about: “What if? What if? What if?” And then my brain immediately jumps to the next level: “What if they pour that seed… is it poison ivy now? …the one that makes your body itch seriously… into my water?” I mean… I haven’t offended anybody. Not that I know of. But then my brain is like: “What if they meant it for someone else and mistook my bucket for theirs?” “Or… what if someone just carries my bucket away? Steals it? Technically?” At this point, I’m checking everyone’s pots, double-checking my own bucket, and questioning my life choices.... all while everyone is asleep and it’s midnight...😂 What inspired this blog? Funny thing...it's not the bucket of water. It’s 12 a.m., I’m in my room, and there’s a wall gecko chilling on the ceiling. Yes, ju...

  2025 was a lottt..... This is the story of a girl who moved through that year sometimes confidently, sometimes unsure....well! Most times... sometimes holding herself together with routines and soft hopes.... It was an eventful year... A chaotic one! Very chaotic at that! A year that tested her in quiet ways and loud ones too. And although she entered it innocent and hopeful, the months had plans of their own.... And here is what 2025 did to her...from January to December. January... January did not arrive with a list of goals or those dramatic new year resolutions. For her, it began quietly inside hospital corridors and clinical rotations. Most days were spent moving from one posting to another and learning through experience  There were night shifts that blurred into mornings, afternoon shifts that stretched longer than expected🫠, and constant exposure to people in conditions she could not always fix.... only observe and care for. She met patients from different walks of ...

Hi guys, remember how I said the night-shift blog has been gathering dust in my drafts? Yeah… I wrote it the morning after my night shift and never touched it again. So instead of re-editing, I’m sharing it just as I wrote it....raw, tired, and honest. So here goes....  Hey everyone! It’s been a while, but I promise few posts are coming...within the next six weeks, or at least before the year ends. I’ve been swamped lately, but I decided to turn my recent night‑shift into a blog post. I wasn’t thrilled about working the night shift, but since I had no choice, I figured I’d make the most of it. I spent the whole day digging into  Dream Count  (still not finished, but I’ve got a lot to say about Chiamaka...save that for later). I also watched My Life with the Walter Boys ; there are so many twists that I’ve been itching to drop a review on social media, even though the film came out a couple of years ago. My day was a blur of meals, sleep, reading, and movies. At 6:15 pm I...