Yann-U-Mentally (My first night in Trauma)

Our Trauma rotation starts with a 13 hours weekend shift. As a clinical group we must decide amongst ourselves who’s going to cover which shift starting from 6PM on the Friday to 6PM on the Sunday. I was one of the four brave souls who had decided on covering the Saturday night. This would have been my very first exposure to trauma, ever! and my first overnight shift so I was nervous but really excited too.Read More »

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The response letter (after the WAPT but before medicine)

This was the moment everything I had done built up to, this was the moment I had had multiple nightmares and dreams about. A moment I could honestly never fully anticipate a reaction to. A moment I feared almost as much as I craved. I had completed my first degree, I had applied for GEMP and successfully past the WAPT, I had done everything I needed to do, I just kept hoping it would be enough.Read More »

The wait (After the WAPT but before medicine).

3 hours and 90 questions later the worse had past, that’s what I told myself coming out of the WAPT (Wits Additional Placement Test). I had done my part and it was time for Jesus to grab the wheel. That was actually a great mentality to have, pity it only lasted a few days. Before I knew it I couldn’t get the thought of my results and what would happen after I got them out of my head.Read More »

I am yours and you are mine (A letter to my unborn child)

I thought I had discovered all the different forms of love until you. I thought I had felt the purest form of joy until you. I thought I knew what life was about until you. You’re nothing more than a seed tossing and turning making your mama sick and yet you already mean the world to me. We were never ready for you but we are over moon now that we know you’re coming. Never in my life have I felt the need to be better then the way I do now. I’m already in love you and you’re not even a person yet.

 

I am yours and you are mine.

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CONVERSATIONS

I had a conversation with an old friend. The more we spoke the weirder it felt as we realized how close we once were. She once knew everything there is to know about me, I was an open book with her, I shared all of me never doubting or second guessing myself. Never in my life had I felt so free, so real, so safe and so naked. She knew me better than I knew myself, she understood my fears, guarded my dreams and kept my insecurities secret. She was my safe space and my escape.Read More »