Ten Things I’d Like To Say To Capetonian Drivers


Due to my lack of foresight (or bravery), I haven’t had my driver’s license for very long, and I would never claim to be a fantastic driver. But I can drive, and I abide by the road rules (usually…) and I do have a bit of road rage. As in, I like shouting into the empty void while driving. [I don’t hoot. I don’t want to get shot at or anything.]

Most of the driving I’ve done has been in Cape Town*, and MAN, do these drivers annoy me sometimes! I feel like I need to install an LED-message bar on my bumper so that I can choose any of a select few messages to convey to fellow drivers. Heh.


Have you driven in Cape Town proper recently? So much traffic, so many cars, so little damn parking. (I’m sure the air pollution isn’t so great either.) Trains may not always be reliable, but there’s the MyCiti system now. C’mon people: it’s affordable and fast and awesome.

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Three Things You Can’t Do With A Broken Middle Finger


1. Write neat patient notes (my OT-sister says that means my pencil grip isn’t great. But it is functional. When I have a functioning hand.)

2. Draw blood on a neonate (because of the crab-grip required. Those little premies can be quite powerful when you bring a needle their way.)

3. Carry a heavy textbook with one hand. Then try to catch it. Ouch.

One thing you can (still) do with a broken middle finger: tell people where to get off.

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When College Kinda Sucks


Before I left high school, I compiled a book with letters and notes from friends and teachers. I still own this book, and it has served its job in reminiscing and inspiration many times. But one thing that still guts me a little is that so many messages from teachers proclaim, “You are going to LOVE university!” and well… it just wasn’t as awesome as they promised it would be.

Of course, I don’t BLAME them. How were they to know?

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1 September: Seven Years Later


As I grow older, I learn that there will always be more dates to remember. I am good with dates, but these are the dark kind. The ones I wish did not exist. I know that one day there will be so many that I cannot remember them all, and that many people will be collectively memorialised on Christmas and New Years’ days.

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Reviewing The Oatmeal’s Running Exposition


I’m a big fan of Matthew Inman (The Oatmeal) – I mean, the guy has a cartoon about the correct use of apostrophes, thank you very much! So I was very excited to review  The Terrible and Wonderful Reasons Why I Run Long Distances, but I can’t explain that without explaining my own running journey.

I was never the kid who ran in school. At athletics days I always came last in my heats and although I had a suspicion that I would do well in long distance, I never got coaching for it, so I never even considered being “one of those” people that do running. I equated runners with super-fit, super-healthy, and super-attractive super-humans who, in addition, actually had time to do something like running. Continue reading

Let’s Talk About Women in Medicine


A while back, when my post about South African Public Hospitals was popular, someone recommended I write about women in healthcare. I chose not to because at the time I just didn’t feel really strongly about it. I suppose I kind of wanted to believe that there was no sexism in South African medicine, the same way I tried convincing people (when I was twelve, mind you) that there was no more racism in South Africa.

I mean, guys. There are more females than males in most classes at my medical school. Why would there be issues?? Anyway, the #YesAllWomen hashtag from a while ago had me thinking some, and then I tweeted this, and then I realised, “OMG, I have something to say.”

This is real, by the way. My friends and I have grown so tired of being asked how old we are, where we live, and whether we have boyfriends by patients. I have never seen a male colleague being so blatantly hit on by a (non-psychotic) patient. (Not saying it doesn’t happen, but…) And the only time a doctor has taken our concerns seriously was when the perpetrators were psychiatric patients. Because, you know, that means they’re being sexually inappropriate. But when the offending patient is not a psych patient, we are told that it’s “normal”.

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Top Ten Non-Books


Today’s Top Ten Tuesday with The Broke and The Bookish is all about those things we entertain ourselves with that AREN’T books – namely, series and movies.

I have to admit, I have never been a big fan of television and movies. Movies were only really a social activity for me (a.k.a. dates and girls’ nights out) and I don’t really like television. But as university is wont to do, a lot of that changed. Because what’s better than bingeing on a series when you should be studying? Also, The Boy LOVES movies, and so that is one of our activities together.

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