Happy New Year Readers! Last year, as you know, I was completing my internship (house job) at a private hospital in Karachi. It was one hell of a hectic year, but it finally ended on the 31st of December. I am currently embracing the glorious freedom that comes with it ending. It was a wonderful… Continue reading Valedictorian.
I learned phlebotomy from the second-best at the art of bloodsucking – the staff. The absolute best – the masters and mistresses themselves – were the phlebotomists. We kept a certain distance to them. The only time you talked to a phlebotomist was to beg them to take your late lab request slips, or to… Continue reading Of phlebotomy
This is a bit of a filler post, because I have been incredibly absent on this blog for the past few months, and with good reason. The reason being, I have started my house job/internship. For those of you who don’t know, it’s a year of post-grad training, where you get paid shit and get… Continue reading Of the house job/internship
” There are stories that are true, in which each individual’s tale is unique and tragic, and the worst of the tragedy is that we have heard it before, and we cannot allow ourselves to feel it too deeply. We build a shell around it like an oyster dealing with a painful particle of grit,… Continue reading of death and responsibility.
In the book “The Dark”, John Herbert describes an evil plague affecting a city in which a darkness haunts and infects the minds of people who live there, turning them to madness and inconceivably horrid acts. Such a similar plague, a diametric contradiction to the light for which the city was onetime renowned, seems to… Continue reading Of gunshots in the dark.
Don’t look like that. I know I’ve been gone for a while. I was, um, reading. Yep, I took a break to read the fuck out of some books, and get that total that I wanted for this year’s list. Plus I felt I’d been prattling without knowing for far too long – I took… Continue reading Of Babies, and of Women
The majority of the population feels a certain sort of disgust about bodily functions that is totally absent from the fraction of us who are in medicine. My first inkling of this was when a classmate told me about how her cousins had freaked out when she happened to mention the consistency of her diarrhoea to them (watery,… Continue reading Of professional beghairati and medical jokes