Med School is tough. It makes you feel like an idiot. The consultants don’t help much. They seem to forget that we are here to learn first, and only later to be examined. So for Family Medicine, I expected to be supervised by a specialist family physician. Instead, we were one of the few groupsContinue reading “Ode to a Great GP”
After you’re older, two things are possibly more important than any others: health and money. Helen Gurley Brown I am currently on my Family Medicine Rotation. We visited a nearby old-age home yesterday. I was not really looking forward to it, but it blew my mind.
Day 25 of Calliope’s blogosphere summer camp was: What did you want to be when you grew up? Why and/or how did that change over time? I really wanted to write for that day, but things have been rather crazy back on campus. So I shall be answering it now. I was one of thoseContinue reading “One day, when I grow up…”
Every year I get a substantial amount of queries from aspiring medical students regarding the school I attend. It is a prestigious university with some interesting factors at play, so it is wise for Matrics (high school seniors) to investigate their potential choices. They will be spending six years there, after all.
As a student – any kind of student – one’s favourite academic activity is to criticise. Your syllabus, modules and lecturers are all weighed, measured and found wanting. I am going to take a wild guess and say that of all courses offered the world over, medicine is the one that varies the most fromContinue reading “Rearranging the Syllabus (Mentally [Again])”
I have written before of the virtues of a well-balanced life. Tonight it was proven to me once again. As the a member of the Academic Affairs Council of the university, I was invited to attend a special prestige evening held for the top achieving first years of 2010. Reasons to attend included – butContinue reading “Gala Dinner: Great Evening”
For four weeks, my friends and I woke up at unearthly hours and worked, scutmonkeys, throughout the day – and often the nights. In obstetrics we had 24-hour-calls. We learnt soon just how unglamorous birth could be. We dealt with patients who came in drunk or hungover, patients who expected their baby to simply popContinue reading “The Aftermath of Clinicals”
My clinical firm and I were on obstetrics call yesterday. We arrived at a Community Health Clinic (CHC) at 19:00. We had been at the clinic for the day shift, but were sent home since the B.Cur (Nursing) students have preference during the day. The night shift nurses were very nice. A 20 year oldContinue reading “My First Delivery”
Just over two years ago I arrived on a grey little campus smack-bam in the middle of the Cape Flats. My almost-nineteen year old mind had mistakenly thought that I would be spending my student life very close to the beautiful Stellenbosch. Nevertheless, as first years we were told that “the people make campus” andContinue reading “A Colossal Waste of Brain?”
Today I feel lazy and not in the mood to study, even though I have a big test next Friday. I felt so lazy that I actually got up and made some Rice Crispie cakes; and then proceeded to eat them all. All in the name of not studying. I feel quite ill, if thatContinue reading “Neurosciences 371: Pretty Darn Cool”