A short post to share a song you probably already know:
I first heard Superheroes by The Script sometime last year and it pretty much had me in tears. Granted, it’s probably the combination of the Sowetan setting of the music video and the absolutely heartbreaking plus uplifting subject matter (how’s that for messing with your emotions?). Continue reading
I hope everyone had a good Christmas! I had a fantastic time with family and friends and was so busy that I didn’t even start the computer once. I found these questions at Into Mind by Anuschka and I thought they made for some great reflections. I was pretty disappointed in myself for struggling to answer some of them, and I want to keep these questions in mind this year to aim for a more mindful approach to life. Feel free to answer them too and let me know!
This is a scheduled post as I am currently camping and soaking up the sun! :D
I am packing my room up. All of the detritus of six years of university (and one accumulates a lot of STUFF) must go into boxes to be transported 1,000km away, to my old-new life.
For the past three years, I have lived in a modified shipping container. I wanted to post about it before, but I was worried about privacy and the big bad internet, so you know, I had to wait.
This may be the weirdest post I’ve ever written. A while ago I was on admissions-duty for obstetrics. If you’ve spent time on an obstetrics service, you know that there are short bursts of action followed by long periods of waiting. Less so in admissions, but the intern and I still had a lot of time that we were waiting for something new to happen. I took out my iPad to
read study and he… took out a ball of yarn and continued knitting something that seriously resembled a sweater.
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.
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?
Canada’s The Globe and Mail recently published the piece, “Think medical school is for you? You’re probably wrong.” Trisha brought it to my attention with her great response piece here. While I think the author has some salient points, I disliked the strong undertones of the piece. It did get me thinking, though, how a big part of the reason medical school turns out so different to how people expect, is because our expectations are all wrong. So this is my response, in the form of rectifying the lies we perpetuate.