Global Day for Safe and Legal Abortions

4e1359d8e206b850346e738d142216cdThe young woman left my consulting room after protracted counselling, with a completed J88 (a medical report of assault), a prescription for anxiolytics and pain medication, and a referral to a therapist. She was six weeks pregnant, but would not be for long. Her husband had inserted misoprostol tablets in her vagina, without her knowledge or consent. She was already in the throes of uterine cramps.


07cc7967ffd26d872fce5dafe4e3bd86The smell of blood permeated the ward I walked into that morning. Twelve beds with twelve women, who would be discharged that day and replaced by twelve more. And again. And again. Some women did not meet my eyes. Some looked angry. Some resolute. But the teenagers implored me with their big doe-eyes, waiting for me to pull back their sheets and discover the expelled products between their legs.

The night staff regularly refused to help the patients admitted for pregnancy termination. “It’s your mess. You clean it.” Many women would lie helplessly at night, groaning in unrelieved pain, with no assistance from the nurses sworn to care for them.

I was just an intern. I did my best. But maybe I should have done more.


4457445e1daf992adfbc37a6aa68a7e0An unidentified woman stumbled into the labour ward. Her long skirt was sticky with blood. She was diaphoretic, and breathing fast. She was weak with low blood pressure. She would not – could not? – speak.

“I think… I feel… bone shards?” the registrar reported on the vaginal examination.

An informal abortion gone awry. We will never know who did it, and the woman will never find justice. Abortion deaths were common in the days before legalisation. Our elders in medicine remember them well. These days, we are not meant to see women die from septic abortions. But that night, we did.


Today is the Global Day for Safe and Legal abortions. I feel like this protestor: I can’t believe we still have to protest this shit. How hard is it to leave women’s bodies alone? How hard is it to back off, and respect our autonomy?


I am tired. Tired of hearing how women must run from pillar to post to find a facility that will help them, because so many healthcare workers choose to “conscientiously” object. Conscientious my foot.

A very important report; worth reading. Click the image.

And I think that instead of suggesting a list of things readers can do, I’ll name just one:

Talk about it. 

Even just with your closest friends. If you can, talk to your colleagues. To family. Say the word out loud: abortion. Break the silence. You don’t have to have had an abortion to believe in choice and safety. Your voice is just as loud.

Say it.

I believe in the bodily autonomy, safety, and right to choose of all womxn. 

I believe that legal abortions are integral to the health of communities. 

Statistically, abortion is an everyday part of life. The sooner we start treating it that way, the better.




Are We Secretly Our Own Worst Enemies?

If you’ve been reading South African news, you’ll know that at least 300 interns and community service doctors stand to be unemployed next year, due to a lack of funded posts at accredited institutions.

Perhaps you read about our inhumane working hours last year.

Perhaps you have read about the overflowing hospitals where patients pile up in the corridors.

These are not new problems, we just hear about them more because doctors and patients have phones with cameras, and social media accounts.


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The Threat of Fun-employment

In final year, we thought that getting an internship post at our desired hospital was the hardest – and most coveted – thing.

Two years later, we all tried to find a community service posting that would give us a foot into the door to our future specialties.

But we didn’t know that those were the easy parts. Then, we still pretty much had guaranteed employment (most of us, at least).

Then came the end of Community Service, and reality hit us in the face: we were on our own.

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That’s where I am now. The government no longer “owes” me a job, and unless I find one, I’ll be unemployed come January 2018. People used to say, “There’s no such thing as an unemployed doctor.” These days, there are plenty of them, because freezing posts is a done thing. Continue reading “The Threat of Fun-employment”

Mental Health Begins With Medical Students

Every few months, the mental health of doctors/medical students makes it to popular media. It seems like these spikes in attention occur, and everyone shouts YOU SHOULD CARE FOR YOUR DOCTORS! and then we write blogs and we tweet and we make youtube videos and eventually we go back to work, and nothing has changed.

I think we are the missing link. And by “we”, I mean qualified doctors. And also, you, the older doctors. Continue reading “Mental Health Begins With Medical Students”

My Evolving Opinions About Doctors’ Working Hours

I started working on this post two days ago. Since then, I have received news of a colleague who died in an accident while driving post-call. She went to my alma mater and graduated last year, and though I did not know her personally, my heart breaks. A country with a shortage of doctors has lost a young doctor who was just starting in her career. She was well-loved, and we will all feel her absence.


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Threatened By The People We Serve

A few weeks ago, the community around one of the hospitals where I work picked up their torches and pitchforks (well, sort of) and protested again. I’ve written before about South Africa’s protest state of mind, and about working during a riot.

As it stands, when this specific community protests, they protest right outside the hospital. No matter the reason for protesting, they block all entrances to the hospital and threaten anybody who tries to circumvent them.


Police told us to turn around. We called our superiors. They told us to come to work. Continue reading “Threatened By The People We Serve”

Unrealistic YA Fiction Is Not Such A Big Problem

Young Adult fiction treads a fine line. On the one hand, it needs to be in touch with its audience. YA readers want to see protagonists who speak realistically, eat realistically, and act realistically.

On the other hand, reading offers us the opportunity to live different lives; to travel to places and settings and adventures that we may never have, and very few people want to read about a normal, boring setting. (Although I am told that Patrick Ness’ The Rest of Us Just Live Here addresses this very well, I’ve not yet read it.)

Not the topic for this discussion, but I do want to read this book.

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