The phenomenon of disillusionment is well-discussed in the world of medicine. Roundabout third year of medical school, students begin to realise that the medical world simply does not live up to what they envisioned.
It is easy to say, “Just don’t have such high expectations,” but in reality a doctor without vision becomes a mindless drone. Disillusionment is discussed so widely because even though by definition it seems simple, its origins and characteristics are complex.
Funnily enough, I began to really understand disillusionment when I started club-running. Don’t be mistaken: joining a club was the best decision I could have made. It introduced me to many like-minded people and provided ample opportunity to amp my mileage.
I joined a club because I felt that I loved running enough to do so, but not long after joining I started experiencing an emotion I recognised from the medical world. I was feeling disillusioned. Continue reading
Before you read what I have to say, you should read Dr Nikki Stamp’s post: How tired is too tired?
One day, I’d like to have a study to prove the post title. But for now, we’ll have to settle for another anecdote:
A while ago this secret appeared on PostSecret:
“Medical School made me self harm. It better be worth it.”
Let me start by saying, I’m sorry you had to come to hospital. While hospitals are never a good place to be, coming to a State hospital in South Africa provides a unique set of challenges – to your doctors and nurses, but also to you.
There are things that private patients get that I wish you could have too: fluffy duvets, enough pillows, air-conditioning, smaller wards, speedier test results…
I wish all my patients could have a “private patient” experience; but I need you to know that there are certain things I will not do. Continue reading
With a seventeen-year-old in the house (my talented younger brother), the atmosphere alternates between hopeful idealism and gloom and doom for the future. It is hard to be on the cusp of making decisions about your life when you have the greatest desire to do something beautiful for the world, and no real experience with finances.
The common refrain in our house (and others, I’m sure) has become, “But work isn’t just about money!” I remember saying those same words as I was planning my future; and I recognise them as true. Or at least, partially true.
But you see: work is about money. Continue reading
Dear Graduates of South Africa
Perhaps, like me, you shook your head when you first saw the hashtag #FeesMustFall. You empathised with the expense of tertiary education, but you had lives to save or exams to mark or bridges to build and you thought, “Why do young people in this country want to make everything FALL?”
1. I see someone who was lucky enough to travel to a magnificent continent
And we welcome you. We welcome you to feel in your bones the wealth of our loam soil. Listen to the stories whispered by our winds. Immerse yourself in our skies. We welcome you to open your heart – and your eyes – to see that our narrative is more than one of suffering.
Base image by Stephen and Melanie Murdoch, click for their Flickr Photostream.