I gained admission into Pharmacy School 25 years ago in Nigeria at the age of 17. My decision to study pharmacy had nothing to do with a deep love for drugs or humanity or anything of the sort.
When I was about five years old, my parents opened their first community pharmacy. Because our home was right above the pharmacy, I grew up surrounded by prescriptions, medications, and patient conversations.
It’s never too late to acknowledge the care and dedication, the skills and training, the thankless hours spent in near-impossible conditions and the personal sacrifice to alleviate the ravages of disease and suffering.
I honestly never want to do clinical medicine again. If I never have to read a new guideline it will be too soon, but I do miss the rush medicine used to give me.