ABSTRACT
THE CASE It’s white and it stands in your way. The medical student. Doctors’ humour, I had better get used to it because I was becoming one of them. But for now I was just a stand-in-the-way. My training in obstetrics and gynaecology, or OBGYN as they called themselves, was a breath of fresh air. It might have been the field, it might have been the gynaecologists, but finally I felt I was actually contributing to healthcare and I loved it. At first I thought it was a pain that I was allotted a hospital so far away from where I lived. To get to the train every morning before dawn was hell. But after a week or two, when I started to find my place, it became worth it. The nurses were nice to me, the doctors actually let me do stuff instead of just having me sit behind them on a round stool listening and they seemed genuinely interested in me. They even called me by name, instead of “Hey, you.” OBGYN was also much more interesting that I had thought. It had everything, from birth to old age issues. Every life phase a woman goes through has its own obstetric or gynaecological aspects. Including death, as I experienced in the third month of my training.
