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I found out this week that the 25th of May is Towel Day; a day dedicated to the memory of Douglas Adams. Some of you may have come across his iconic work The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (from which the towel reference originates).
I have to confess that I’ve secretly wanted to be Sherlock Holmes ever since I was ten years old, and my mother handed me a collection of stories featuring the most famous detective of all time as a birthday present.
In my first week as a medical student, a lecturer said to my class, “By the end of the next five years, you will have learned 50,000 new words.” At the time, I thought her claim was slightly absurd...but not anymore.
In a few weeks’ time, our medical school will welcome into its fold a new batch of medical students. I know they’re excited. I also know that right now they are completely in the dark. They think they know what they got themselves into, but most of them don’t.
She was young, a teenager. She had been a student on holiday; had collapsed suddenly. A subarachnoid haemorrhage was diagnosed. By the time she arrived at the hospital, there was little that could be done. Her parents had been called from abroad.
The first thing my friend warned me about that morning was the smell. She said that it was going to be hard, and that I had to leave the room the second I thought I might throw up, because that would give the staff many extra hours’ worth of cleaning and sterilising to do.
There are weeks when the same topic keeps popping up in my head. Experiences trigger memories that resurface in my mind, like a train of thought that I pick up from one day to another. These past few days, I’ve thought alot about my experiences with death.
I have recently emerged from a week of total hibernation. You’d think that after the most gruelling year yet and almost two months of self-imposed solitude while studying for exams, I’d be ready to throw myself into a full-blown social life. Honestly, I thought so too.