I’m on PEP again. And I’m angry. And miserable. But mostly angry. Because I’m careful. I am so, SO careful all the time, but others are not. I always make my surgical needles safe. But many doctors I assist do not. I always discard my sharps. And many do not. I never point a sharpContinue reading “Riding the PEP-Train”
Exactly one year ago I had an injury on duty. It changed the course of my final year of med school and my general approach to medicine. It put me through four weeks of awful medicine and several terrifying blood tests. I won’t forget it, and I wish it hadn’t happened, but today I wantContinue reading “A Tale of Three IODs”
She was a professional nurse at our hospital, not much older than me, and with no time during shift-work to see her private gynaecologist, she made the scary decision to come to the hospital’s gynae-clinic (scary because she would most certainly be seen first by an inept medical student before seeing the specialist).
This post follows on my previous post about Injuries on Duty. There is no shortage of war stories from healthcare workers who have taken Post-Exposure Prophylaxis ARVs (the medication you take to prevent HIV after being exposed to it).Days and days and days of nausea and diarrhoea are just the beginning of it. Before myContinue reading “Injury on Duty: What it’s like to take PEP”
Long ago I answered some random search items that lead readers to this blog. It’s been three years, so here are some more. This one goes out to all the poor misguided souls who Googled something, landed up here and still did not get their answers. I apologise profusely.
It was hot summer afternoon and I was on my rural Family Medicine rotation; the Friday leading up to my birthday weekend. I was looking forward to an off-weekend, and I’d be going home to spend my birthday with my family for the first time since 2008. I had dressed up in a new skirt,Continue reading “The Time I Got Injured On Duty”