And taking alliteration too far. It has been more than a month since I last sat down to write for this blog. I am afraid the relentless schedule and the weighty responsibilities of being a junior doctor have rather stifled my creativity or at least my motivation to stare at
In the misty hue Of Pine Street Blue I drew you An imaginary face In an ordinary place Searching with much ado But finding nothing new From the pulpit to the pew You bid me adieu You left with grace A vacant space My world your zoo Endured a coup
The time is 22h41 on Friday 16 January 2026. I am writing this from my quaint little abode in Hilton KwaZulu-Natal, trying to wind down before the cycle begins again tomorrow morning. During a very complicated tutorial on how to set up the call rosters for the different rotations we
The time is just past 22h00 on Monday, 15 December. I am writing this from my room in Durban, surrounded by boxes and the detritus of a six-year chapter that has finally closed. I have just completed the cross-country journey from Cape Town back to Durban, leaving medical school behind
The time is just past midnight on Sunday 23 November 2025. I am trying to wind down, but the adrenaline of the week still hums in the background. On Wednesday, I completed my final examination of medical school; a viva voce for general surgery. For the students in the year
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them. I realise it's Armistice Day just before 11 a.m. The words
On Call for Orthopaedics A 31-year-old Zimbabwean male presents with an open, transverse fracture of the patella, twenty-four hours after dropping an angle grinder on his knee. How should he be managed? That was the case that greeted us on call. We removed the dressings, which had been applied at
The Race That Wasn't My alarm rings at 04h00 and I hop out of bed, making the two strides to my desk to turn it off. Due to a combination of nervous anticipation and tuneless singing of drunk students returning from a night out the hour before, I
The time is twenty-one minutes past eleven on Sunday, 12 October. I had aimed to post once a week but unfortunately failed to accomplish that. I was submerged, in a truly Herculean amount of work in preparation for my surgery end of block examination. I think having got through the
Saturday 27 September 2025 The time is 19h36, and I have just finished streaming the Springboks’ runaway victory against Argentina at Kings Park. Following an extremely dominant second half performance, the match ended 67 points to 30. I had intended to spend several hours today studying general surgery, which I