The GP raised her tired gaze to meet mine.
‘I just wanted it all to stop. The overwhelming revolving door of patients, the bureaucracy, the workplace politics, my home life. All that damn pressure all the damn time. I, I… I needed it to stop’.
Her eyes returned to concentrate on the loose filaments of cloth on her jacket sleeve that she had been picking at for the last thirty minutes. The room lapsed into a natural silence as my colleague and I scribbled down her pensive answers to our intrusive questioning. Questions that she too perhaps had used in her clinic room to weed out patients with mood symptoms severe enough that they might take an attempt on their lives…
The richest place on earth… As anniversary celebrations for the #DrReenAbroad travel and lifestyle blog launch a year ago wind down, I have been thinking back to the macabre but poignant thought that started me on this journey: ‘The richest place on earth is the cemetary. For in it lies all the lost geniuses, scientists,
The month designated to packaging thousands of years of Black history and culture into a palatable melting pot of ‘facts’ supposedly beginning with colonialism and ending with Harriet Tubman freeing slaves.
And yet, despite being a month that should encourage honest conversations about how far we’ve come and how far we still are from truly embracing Equality and Diversity, Trump-mania is on the rise, #IAmMogadishu is not a thing and last week a stranger matter of factly stated that being Pro-Black is the same as being anti-White.
No. It is not.
Because when my little sister held her arm up to compare her gorgeous mahogany skin aside my lighter complexion and questioned her afro puffs, the familiar gnaw of watching a young Black girl grow up in a society that places limitations on her beauty and Blackness resurfaced.
And so in response her current and future self… an ode to the Skin I’m In.
Medical Elective. The two words a young medical student, at the beginning of the journey from novice to junior doctor, clings to during mind-numbingly dull lectures on cell mitochondria and intense grillings from Consultants on hospital placements. Not least of all, during those dark and lengthy revision periods where one’s peers have already been released