Surgery

Tomorrow I will be going to a place where being under control of a few old men with a limited imagination is a virtue. I will go to a place where having faults and being imperfect are reasons to be condemned absolutely; socially, academically and intellectually. I will go to a place where medieval hierarchy rules, and those in “charge” get away with petty banter and cause immense pressure that would not be at all believable outside those soulless walls. But within, you sit there with a stark, mind-drowning realization that this is all real, and this is where you are stuck for at least 3 weeks.

Tomorrow, I will be starting Surgery in Pretoria Academic Hospital with consultants and registrars that have less vision and compassion and magnanimity than a wad of spit that’s dried up and smells bad.

Wish me luck. :)

Adios.