Don’t wait.

We are a restless generation, I'm told. We are impatient they say. We cannot wait. Nobody seems to get the fact that we CAN NOT wait. This is the pace that life dictates. If you haven't noticed, every succeeding generation is more prone to impatience. Why wait anyway? Our lives are most likely going to... Continue Reading →

The pregnant, surgeon-in-training.

If you google 'pregnant resident' or 'pregnancy during surgical residency/ fellowship/ training', you will be privy to a select few articles that occasionally appear in mainstream media about this small, unique subset of working women. Even medical/ surgical journals occasionally like to amuse themselves by publishing articles such as : Pregnancy during residency: II. Obstetric... Continue Reading →

The Roads to Hell.

The not- so- young man hadĀ an attractive profile. He seemed highly educated and seemed to be somebody who had and enjoyed a fair amount of power and control. He was obviously rich and flashy, judging by his choice of automobile. I stared at him for a moment longer than would be considered polite or appropriate.... Continue Reading →

International OMS day.

Hella folks!     Well this might sound a bit like self- promotion, but I'm tired of being stuck in professional limbo and will therefore go ahead with a teeny bit of self- promotion (for the sake of the OMS community). In most countries, even with dual degrees and more than a decade and a... Continue Reading →

Female surgeon rant.

I rarely talk about my work or my colleagues to you folks. I have my reasons. But today I shall throw caution to the winds and open Pandora's box. A box rife with excitement, prejudice, innovation, sexism, toil, blood, gore, guts, hard- work, parties, gossip, laughter, tears, stereotypes, misconceptions andĀ sempiternal action. My work gives me... Continue Reading →

Current obsessions.

I am a woman of extremes. Of obsessions. I rarely thread the middle path. I do not comprehend the tone and concept of moderation. I do something ad nauseam, over and over again; till I cannot stand even the thought of it anymore. If I like a song, I play it on repeat till one... Continue Reading →

What the hell does an OMFS do?

I am an OMFS. An Oral and Maxillofacial Surgeon. In most places it means you have undertaken the worst and most tedious from of training that ever existed. You end up doing both medical school and dental school and then a five year residency! (Some then go on to do a fellowship- a few more... Continue Reading →

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