These days, we are not meant to see women die from septic abortions. But that night, we did.
First, you must get out of bed. Then, you must get dressed. You must put on shoes. You must (preferably) eat something. You must unlock the door. You must step into the sun. You may have to greet the neighbour. You must put one foot in front of the other. Then you must do it faster, and remember to breathe.
Redfield-Jamison writes with such intricate self-awareness. It is as though she delicately unfolds her mind, displays its secrets, and then looks toward the reader, prompting, “Now, you.”
The best thing I can do for an “exciting” patient is recognise their condition and keep them alive until transfer. Give me patients that don’t need hospital admission and I can make them feel better now, and try to affect at least one health-related decision about their future.
One week of some GP locums and I am exhausted. I can spend 10 minutes per consultation if people have straight-forward tonsillitis or gastroenteritis. But what about the parents who are hesitant about vaccinating? I need more than ten minutes to make an impact. What about the woman whose pregnancy test was unexpectedly positive, and needsContinue reading “GP Work is Hard”
Ever since I wrote about how going for therapy was my biggest gift to myself*, I’ve met with a few medical students to talk about the topic of mental health. Many of them were worried about their ability to make it through med school with their illness. Many were worried about the viability of aContinue reading “Can I Be A Depressed Doctor?”
I had the pleasure of watching this film at a screening organised by JUDASA this past week, and I was glued to the screen (projector) from the opening shot. So was the rest of the audience.
Whenever I talk about my love for child health, and my intention to pursue it as a career, I get this kind of response:
“Oh, I could never work with kids. It just breaks my heart to see them suffer!”
The final stitch placed Surgical clamps released A kidney turns pink. * * * He was right. Nothing compares. Organ Donor Foundation of South Africa Love Life, Gift Life
I really believe that a medical student who is comfortable with therapy, becomes a physician who is comfortable with therapy; one who is comfortable with addressing the mental health of their colleagues, and one who can identify when their own mental health is spiralling out of control – and then do something about it.