Recently the country I live in faced many terror attacks. People lost lives. Many were injured. Unfortunately this isn’t news. It seems that the dawn of the age of media has brought with it tragedies and catastrophes right to our home feeds. Every newspaper, social media article and news channel is full of the same. Continue reading
Finally watched 13 reasons why. Phenomenal acting. Brilliant entertainment. I mean I watched 13 episodes in just under a day. The day before my exam. So obviously the producers knew what they were doing. It resonated with me too. Having just recently graduated from being a teenaged girl myself, in Hannah, I saw reflections of the girls I had grown up with.
In previous posts I’ve discussed a lot on depression, suicide and even about a school acquaintance who took her own life. And I’m so glad that there is a mainstream TV show out there which brings people from all backgrounds to the topic at hand: mental illness.
I have certain grievances with the show. The biggest being the game like attitude Hannah Baker has towards suicide. She creates tapes. 13 to be exact. About the reasons why she ended her life. In doing so she creates an immortal remembrance of herself. I fear that many young and impressionable people may see this and get romanticised about the idea of suicide. When the reality for the majority is far from this. My other grievance is of course the content itself. It is rated 18. And certain episodes have warnings. However its the age of the internet. Anyone can get their hands on this show and watch it. I’m not at all triggered by the show. Fortunately I am not depressed nor have any suicidal ideations. But many people watching it will. And they will be triggered. And that is dangerous.
However the show in all its graphic glory continually highlighted one point. There is always another choice. Suicide doesn’t have to be it. There is life beyond what you’re feeling today and there is support out there. Reach out – someone will take your hand.
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It is the month of April. Spring has sprung. Flowers are a-bloom and the sun’s out for longer than ever before. Birds are chirping and the streets are full of bustling people. The new tax year has begun. All over the world various festivals have been celebrated. Everyone is happy. Continue reading
My grandad was a dentist. My cousin is also a dentist. I study medicine. And yet I’m on NHS Choices frantically working out why my tooth hurts. (and getting horrified by photos of terrible teeth)
We know very little about our teeth. I don’t know when teeth and gums divorced themselves from the rest of the organs and went off on their separate ways but it is a shame because the last time I had any official teaching on my teeth was back when I was 7 years old and in primary school. I think dentists and the field of dentistry is great. But isn’t the glorious oral cavity – the entry to the human GI system, still part of well – the human? Why is this not part of being a doctor? Why is dentistry its own vocation? Why did we draw the line with teeth?
Perhaps its because I have a toothache and am suddenly very aware of my aching teeth but I’m now trying to do all the things the dentists always tried to tell us to do. Here’s a reminder incase you also forgot:
- Brush teeth twice a day
- limit the sugary foods (this includes fruit, chocolates, juice and even bread!)
- go see the dentist regularly (last time I went was years ago)
Thing is in most countries healthcare is free. Take the NHS for example…if you have any kind of pain all you have to do is get yourself to the doctor and everything is fine. But for dental care you have to pay. You have to actually find a dentist and it’s a bit like looking for the perfect cake – you’re never satisfied because you paid for a particular type of cake and its not there. The point I’m trying to make is that dentistry is privatised and with it the sense of entitlement goes. And perhaps the state’s vested interest. If the government has to pay for our health then it is in the interest of the government to keep people healthy. Not so much the case with dentistry.
The second reason why I think the general public is so ignorant (like me) is because everyone for some reason seems to emphasise the importance of having ‘good looking teeth’. Now lets get real. Teeth are not meant to make you attractive. They’re purpose isn’t to bag you a marriage but to help you chew foods and remain healthy. So the idea that your teeth should be pearly white and straight is great; but also a bit misleading. They should also be cavity free, not have plaque on them, not be infested with bacteria and not developing gum disease.
Teeth are much more interesting than just providing you with a good smile. Look after them – they’re just as important as your heart, lungs or brain!
That one there has a cold
That one there is crying.
That one there is old…
That one there has cancer
That one there needs surgery
That one there was a dancer…
…but after the stoke she can only count to three
That one there is infected
That one there is in pain
That one there is addicted..
That one there can’t see
That one there can’t hear
That one there is me
That one there is someone dear
A week ago I met with a patient who was staying in hospital for a few days after having had bowel surgery. He was upbeat. Telling me about plans for when he would go home. Telling me about various events in his life. I took a history. In medicine, ‘taking a history’ basically means finding out as much as you can about a patient, as efficiently as you can, so that you can plan their treatment and hospital stay optimally. It requires practice and there is a technique so I thought I’d get some practice in. I was feeling quite happy by the end of the chat. The patient was jovial and I had done my duty. I got up to leave, smiled briefly and he went back to reading his newspaper. I went home that night, narrated my experience to my family and thought nothing more of it. Continue reading
I write when I’m excited. I write when I’m sad. I write when I cry. I pretty much write with the easiest of triggers. And yet I came here today to write about my surgical placement and found that I just didn’t want to. I actually came to my blog as a way of trying to get myself in the mood for studying. But I’m in this strange limbo where I want to work and I just can’t convince myself to actually open my books. I want to become a doctor and yet I just don’t have the energy to look at yet another x-ray, another blood result, another exam question. I feel as if my life is a video and somebody has turned the speed down to 1/2 speed. And the weird thing is I don’t feel particularly sad, happy or anything really. I’m sort of in an apathy. This is certainly not the first time this has happened. In fact I struggle with this pretty much all the time.
The thing that always gets me going is that I’m scared to fall down a path of darkness and despair. I feel like an ex-smoker who desperately wants another cigarette but knows damn well the consequences of cancer and COPD and that’s their single motivator to not do it. And my motivations are that I want to be a doctor. I love being with patients, talking to them, finding out about their life. I’m well aware that I’m not at all an unfortunate person. I have a roof over my head, a family, food and education. Not everyone is as lucky.
Rationally, I know all this. And yet I still feel this way and I can’t explain it. I’m sure in a little while I’ll be fine. It’s just a passing mood but what if one day this mood is here to stay and its staying becomes a permanent part of my life? It’s strange because all this is in my head and it is my own mind that scares me the most.