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Leave Me Alone
I have lived in a hospital as an on-call obstetrician on more days –and nights- than I can count over the years; hospitals were the grudging homes for me ever since medical school and the subsequent ages of specialty training that fell upon me like unbidden hats. And despite the palimpsest of colours I was…
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The Gyne Codes
We all use codes; sometimes they are simply shortcuts, at other times they identify us as part of one community or another. However, the codes I like are the ones that are attempts at disguise. Camouflage. They offer the challenges that colour my day. I have to say that I was absolutely fascinated by the…
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The Colour of my Baby
What a great idea: a bandage that tells you when what it is hiding, is itself hiding something –an infection. http://www.bbc.com/news/health-34808273 I suppose it was an idea looking for a platform. When bacteria are growing, they often invent ways to keep doing just that. Sometimes they overwhelm by sheer numbers to defeat the body’s defences,…
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The Trigger Warning
Call me naive, if you will, or maybe even uninformed, but not insensitive. Not indifferent; I am neither. Unaware, perhaps comes closest. And, until recently, the concept of trigger warning was not one that I thought would have arisen in the day to day world of office gynaecology. But I was wrong. A trigger warning,…
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Scientific Fraud
Science –whose Latin etymology denotes knowledge- started off as a branch of philosophy and gradually morphed into its present form. Recently, however, it seems to be resting on a progressively unstable foundation with the general public. By its very nature, Science accumulates its knowledge by induction: observations elicit explanations which suggest experiments designed to test…
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Once Upon a Time
Once upon a time, rumour had it that we were at the top of our game –nothing else came close. Well, maybe chimpanzees, but come on –they don’t even have a decent language, so how would we know? Anyway, we had no real competitors, and –just in case- we wrote the rules and we were…
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Zoobstetricoses
Ever since I was a little knicker I had a dog, or a cat, or both. It was part of growing up –playing with the dog in the park, avoiding the cat’s claws as it grabbed for the piece of wool dangling temptingly in front of it. And then there were the times sitting…
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