Before anyone reads this and thinks I’ve been admitted into hospital, I’ll clarify and say that I’m back on clinical placement, in a medical student capacity. Our medical school asked for some final years to volunteer themselves to start their “transition to clinical practise” program earlier than originally scheduled. This way, placements can be staggered … More And… we’re back at the hospital
Hello there, we haven’t met, but there’s a day you’ll see, Our lives are inextricably linked, I know you better than me. A decade’s worth of wisdom to give and I know it’s unorthodox, But I’m going to tell you anyways, screw the temporal paradox. *** There’s a journey ahead of hills and valleys you … More To my 15 year-old self
I’ve never been a very popular person, in fact ever since my primary school days I’ve always been a middle-of-the-pack kind of girl. Likely more of the nerdy type, if that’s not already abundantly clear to everyone. I’ve discovered people are generally more accepting and less judgmental as we get older, although perhaps I’ve just … More I’m snobby?
The time has come. Time for stress, uncertainties and crippling anxiety over the near future. Internship applications have just opened for us final-year medical students, which means the next month will be a flurry of navigating different hospitals’ job application portals, writing contrived cover letters and embellishing lackluster resumes to sell ourselves. To understand why … More And so it begins
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?