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Posted on December 20, 2013 by Ajibike Lapite

The New Year is swiftly approaching and with 2014 comes medical school decisions ( fingers are crossed) and the search for an apartment. In the spirit of apartment decor I designed a collage which serves as a inspiration launch point.

If anyone is already in the midst of a decor search, the Huffington Post has an excellent article which details the best places to shop (low budget) for home decor.

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A week ago I sat across from a co-resident who said, quite frankly, “I don’t feel like a hero and I don’t want to be one right now.” And I felt that. Current media has been saturated (mayhaps over-saturated) with details in regard to our current pandemic. As always, the conversation surrounding said pandemic rarely acknowledges systemic and institutional biases but are we surprised? Of interest, is this new wave of adoration for healthcare professionals. Front line clinicians. Heroes. Stay home for us. And I hear and see all of that. To a degree it’s inspirational but to a degree, it doesn’t allow those of us to lean into our humanity. To be nervous. To be scared. To resent the changes in our travel plans. To be afraid of the risk we pose to others. To resent systemic inequities and inefficiencies that have come to a head in the space of this crisis. . . As I sat across from my co-resident, I was struck by how odd it is to not respond to a moment of vulnerability with a hug. Social distancing after all. Still now, I’m struck by how dynamic and impactful this pandemic has been on all aspects of our lives. I’m startled by what I’ve realized is imperative for my mental health and my well being. I’m curious about the things I believed I needed that I now know I can do without. . . I don’t have answers for anything right now. I will say that I’m fatigued by the content shared by individuals who might be using this pandemic as a way to obtain social media clout. In gratitude for my health, the health of my family, the current health of my dearest friends; with upmost joy that my elders are doing well in Naija; here is celebratory dessert. May we continue to find moments of light and joy because by God we deserve it. Wishing you well. Stay safe out there. 🌸 . . . #reflection #dessert #realtalk #medicine #residency

Grateful to have the opportunity to write about issues that matter to me as a member of the @lippincottmeded x @wolters.kluwer “After Rounds” team. Somehow balanced piece production with a hellacious time in the PICU which in retrospect was crazy but wow grateful for the semblance of balance. . . . #medicaljournalism #afterrounds #lippincott #wolterskluwer

I don’t have words to describe what I witnessed over the past day. You see, when the words escape me, I turn back to words I have penned prior and hope that they will serve as a source of comfort. . . She was nine years young with a complicated diagnosis — neuroblastoma/pheochromocytoma. “Medically interesting” is the term I used as a euphemism for “I am terrified to be involved in her care.” After all, she was dying. I knew that. The team knew that. Her father refused that. . . Still now I wonder, did she know? . . Still now I think about the night when I sat at her bedside. She had her PCA button in her hand - she pushed it 456 times in one hour; she was over her maximum settings per pharmacy. “I know,” I said in response. “She’s still in pain,” her nurse said as I exited the room. “I know,” I said again. . . A week later, I was in Iceland: far from PCAs, codes, and secret tears in the call room. I opened my laptop in the airport on my way home to update her discharge summary (after all, I was delinquent). Signed, just two days prior, was a completed death summary. I read it. I read every progress note. I looked through her vitals. I looked through her laboratory studies. Her imaging. I shut my laptop and boarded the plane. . . I cried on the plane. The stranger who sat next to me asked me what was wrong and I said I was afraid of heights. She held my hand until take-off. . . Later that evening, I found myself in my apartment complex elevator - it stopped on the 6th floor and I rolled my eyes. One floor away from my apartment. He, the father of the patient who occupied my thoughts on the duration of my flight, walked into the elevator. . . “Hello doctor,” he said. . . . [completed piece on S+S] . . . #narrativemedicine #heartsofhealers #grief #medicine #pediatrics #physiciansintraining

So I asked you this: is there anything better than the stillness that comes before the storm? You didn’t have an answer then, but do you now? . . . Inordinately grateful for the stillness of a post-sign out & pre-clinic lunch at home. Still learning (all so slowly) how to witness a patient loss and move forward. Flowers for the patient from whom I learned more than I can say. Rest well. . . . #flowers #gratitude #reflection #writersofinstagram

@wonderspacesphl: six photos can’t capture the post-call joy of engaging with art with one of my favorite humans. A caption can’t detail how much @meansmj means to me. So I’ll leave it at this: my heart is so full. ♥️ . . . #philadelphia #wonderspaces #art #residency #besties

Two photos: my favorite piece from the 30 Americans exhibit at the Barnes - I’m struck by the execution, the nuance, the strength, and the beauty; a recent piece from my growing collection of poetry - I’m struck by the uncomfortable nostalgia and the honesty. I’m writing often and hoping to share - both in this corner of the internet where encouragement and gratitude prevail and in literary spaces in the city. See you there? . . . #poetry #art #barnes #appreciation #writersofinstagram #writers #literaryphilly

#ajibikecooks: brussels x kale x mozzarella x feta are the foursome that every pizza deserves. In celebration of creative expression in all spaces (especially the kitchen). . . . #vegetarianrecipes #brusselsprouts #kale #kalemecrazy #residency #foodporn #pizza

Over the past few months, I’ve mentioned that a new opportunity for a recurring paid editorial gig had found its way to me (by way of an email initially marked as spam). I’m so excited that today is the launch day for After Rounds: a digital media space via Wolters Kluwer for medical students, physicians-in-training, and attending physicians. . . . Excited to explore the benefit of hobbies/passion projects in my initial article and even more excited for y’all to read my ten other articles that will be released soon. Most importantly: I’m grateful to have such an opportunity. To think I had questioned whether I would be able to enter this space; around the time of this offer, I was shortlisted for an editor-in-chief position which I ultimately did not receive. Just wow 🙈 . . Link to my After Rounds contributor profile is in my bio. . . #medicine #journalism #wolterskluwer #afterrounds #launchday #wellness #ajibikewrites

In hope of more moments like these: experiences in multicolored spaces surrounded by artists and individuals (like myself) who wish to be considered one. In celebration of @rizitodorito and his new job. In an effort to combat burnout - a reminder that I exist outside of a white coat, human first and “Dr. Lapite” second. In hope of more moments like these: moments of unadulterated joy - and for that, I’m grateful. . . . #philadelphia #phillyarts #undergroundarts #pancakesandbooze #pancakesandboozeartshow #residency #morelife #moreart #septum #glittergrunge

To more of this. To more nighttime walks through Fishtown for dessert first and pizza second. To more celebrations of daily occurrences. To more countdowns until change. To friendship: @with.clee. . . #fishtown #cakelife #philly #phillyfood #cake #hotchocolate #eaterphilly #dessertporn #cakelifebakeshop #dessertbae #FOOOOODIEEE #phillyfoodporn #foodstagram

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