Baby-CPR: Full Circle

The first time I partook in a baby’s resuscitation was during my fourth year of medical school. It was a disaster: the wall-suction malfunctioned, the nursing staff were in the precarious business of changing shifts, and all algorithms flew out of the window.

I vowed optimistically that when I was a doctor, I would not let a baby die that way.

Follow Friday: On The Other Side Of The Desk

I started blogging as a way of debriefing myself and in the process discovered a whole world of medical blogging. I have found mentors and colleagues all over the world, but I have also met people from the “other side”. I have gotten to know –  by means of what they choose to share with the

Superstitious Doctors

It seems no profession is safe from a superstition or two.

A Father’s Tears

They took their six-month-old son to the clinic because of a cough. The clinic thought something did not sound quite right and referred them to us. We thought something did not sound quite right and sent the child to X-rays.

Giving me back my Enquiring Mind

The Professor in Paediatric Pulmonoly has done wonders for my brain. He told us to question everything he tells us, and that we should only expect 30% of what we are taught to be true. He forces us to ask WHY.