Starting to resemble medicine, maybe a little bit. (Pt 2)


For most people, including myself, today is the first official day of fifth year. We’ve all been separated into clinical groups of either 14-16 students (mine is called 4A) and scattered all over different hospitals and rotations. My life has also officially been broken down into periods of either two or six weeks; the duration of a rotation and the amount of time between exams.

See one, do one, teach one, get comfortable, get inspired, write series of exams, move on to a new rotations and repeat. We should no longer refer to ourselves as medical students, but rather young doctors in training; It’s time to be on your feet the whole day, clerk patients, be on call, all the while trying to study, eat, sleep, stay healthy and maintaining a normal life too, basically doing all that Grey’s anatomy growing up stuff.

I had a hard time falling as sleep last night, I felt quite anxious and overwhelmed. I don’t like not knowing what’s happening and right now I’m as clueless as could be. The expectations and pressure is sky high and sometimes I forget that I don’t need to know it all, I’m here to learn and that’s kind of the all point. Change is uncomfortable, especially when it’s needed so I’m consciously having to remind myself to not be so hard on myself.

All I know is that today I start with Family Medicine, it’s a two weeks long rotation which probably means that my first exam and/or assessment is in two weeks. The overall break down is that the first two days comprise of a pre-test (based on contents I should have learned but probably didn’t in third and fourth year) and lectures with the HOD. You then get assigned to a general practitioner near you that you have shadow. You’re expected to go on a home visit, do a presentation, an observed consultation and as well as clerk as many patients as possible. I’m as excited as I am nervous.

Wish me good luck

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The King who was also a Doctor (I hate pathology but I loved the pathologist).


Many had heard of him, but few had ever set their sight on him. He was a legend, the greatest who had ever lived. He barely ever left his dark castle but whenever he did crowds from all over the land would come to hear him speak, many young men and women hoping to gain favor in his eye. Many had come before us and many will come after us, all in the hope to make his rankings. A dark cloud covered up the sun and this darkness came with it. The silence was deafening. There he was; white crips shirt, red bow-tie and a wooden stick, he had a blunt look on his face and hoarse voice.

We struggled to hear him but no one dared to complain or ask him to repeat himself. He spoke of foreign concepts, told us of stories of strange deaths, laughed at his own jokes and coughed a lot. He spoke in great length of what he had planned for us, all the activities and trials we had to perform to gain his favor and commented on how many had fail him in the past with the spirit to frighten us. He was the king, no one dared to defy him, he wanted you to learn as he taught, speak and understand as he did, if you didn’t, you’d be struck with the red sword and forced to come back in the next season to try again.

As he finished talking and slowly walked away, the cloud disappeared and the sun was again visible. The timing could not be ignored. There we stood terrified by the images he painted to us, most of us were overwhelmed by the confusion, wondering what he meant by inflammation, the different types of necrotic tissue and why polymorphs were so important.

Yes, He was King, not by tittle or profession but by name. He was the adorable pathologist from the third floor, Dr King.

A letter to 2017


It’s that time of the year again; resolutions, reflections, new journeys etc. A new year is on the horizon and once again we’ve been given an opportunity to try, to do better and achieve more. It means so many different things to me.

Emotionally – it doesn’t erase whatever hurt, worry or other negative feelings I may be experiencing at the moment but it definitely redirects my attention towards hope, peace, happiness and optimism. There’s also a sense of accomplishment in having survived a year many people deemed to be worse in a long while. I’m ready for what’s coming ahead.

Physically – I’m all for a year of gym, healthy living and and fitness. Definitely going back to basketball, I’ve even gotten myself a new ball. I’m also really looking forward to having to smarten out my everyday look. Smart shirts, ties, chinos and smart shoes. It’s time to be a grown up.

Mentally and spiritually – it understanding how difficult this new year is going to be. It’s really going to challenge many of my core values, my priorities and my ability to cope with it all. I know school will be a thousand times harder. My sense of responsibility as a man is also developing quite drastically so that’s pretty exciting.

Academically – it’s goodbye blocks and hello rotations, hospital time, finally. To be honest I don’t know how to feel about fifth year yet. It’s nerve racking, but it’s also exciting. It’s a chance to finally see what being a doctor is all about. I think the thing I’m looking forward to the most is cancelling out on plans because I’m on ‘call’, it just sounds so Grey’s Anatomy. I love it.

2017 will be a great year, I’ll make sure of it.

Wishing Everyone a Happy New Year.