Hi everyone, welcome back to another post and today I’m doing something a little different. My lovely friend A Spoonful of Dri (who is also a lovely medical student who’s written amazing poems and insightful pieces, so please check her out!) has nominated me for the Liebster award, and thus I am here to answer … More Liebster Award
Fracturing, shattering, social disharmony, An invisible threat makes them reach for their armoury. Seeking a scapegoat to bestow all the blame, Fingers land on my heritage and then comes the shame. *** Where I see my skin they see yellow-stained targets, To launch insult missiles and harsh verbal rockets. The air is an echo of … More Yellow-skinned targets
For those who have been following the retelling of my trivial trials and tribulations as a final-year medical student, you would have known due to this current pandemic there has been a kerfuffle within the medical school as to how the internship application process will proceed. If you have no idea what I am referring … More I don’t know what to say to them
For as long as I can remember, my nightly slumber is a time where I am transported into fantastically bizarre realms that have little connection to the reality I live in. Science alleges we all have multiple dreams a night, and I can contest to the truth of that statement because I often find myself … More Psychoanalyse me please: 5 recurrent and memorable dreams
The early rise from my cocoon of sleep, A blurry eyed breakfast and a scheduled time to keep. A rushed routine, of makeup and hair, To reach the station with little time to spare. *** The rhythmic grinding of wheels to track, My daily nap for the restless insomniac. Into the city our shuttles go, … More I miss
Every employee in hospitals around the world is bracing themselves for the torrential influx of COVID-19 patients that will overrun their wards. This is on top of pre-existing patients and those who will present for various other reasons. New and makeshift hospitals are being built on the fly and the world is quietly watching, unsure … More Would you let us join the fight?
Confessions of a Doctor to be 