Tuesday, June 30, 2009

The Last Word: Striking Doctors

I’ve always liked having the last word. Unfortunately this will not be the case with the above mentioned issue.

As I am sure most South Africans are aware, many doctors working in the public sector have decided to strike. I am a striking doctor. Is this a moral and ethical dilemma? Yes! It most certainly is! Should we be striking? No!!! We most certainly should not be striking. We should be treating our patients in well staffed, well equipped hospitals. We should be working humane hours. We should be valued and respected employees in public service. Instead we have been demeaned and reduced to working the streets with loud speakers and cardboard posters and vuvuzelas. After years of studying and sacrificing, this is what it has come to.

I most certainly do not enjoy striking. To the contrary I have mentioned numerous times this year that I am loving my job. I am also in the process of studying to write my diploma exam in less than two months’ time, so standing on the street corner is not helping me get there!!!

So why am I striking?

Well, in June 2008, there was an agreement in parliament that doctors would be granted occupation specific dispensation as a means of increasing our packages and making jobs in the public sector look more attractive to doctors, who are leaving in droves for greener pastures all around the world, most popularly Canada, Ireland and England at present. To date, not one doctor in the public sector has seen even a cent of this money which was supposedly budgeted for. Instead there are new cabinet positions being created…Inauguration parties are thrown… Employees of the government with the right contacts and the right businesses are awarded million rand contracts…
When I check the classifieds in the newspaper I see that a parliamentary clerk earns around R700 000 per annum plus benefits. I wonder how many years he had to study in order to be qualified for that position.
I then see that a chief specialist in the field of surgery is paid around R450 000 per annum. I know how long it takes to become a chief specialist. The buzz is that doctors study for 7 years. What hogwash!!!
My seven years are up a long time ago and I’m still studying. All good doctors are constantly striving towards excellence and so need to keep up with an ever developing field. Good doctors never stop studying, even if they’ve been in their field for 12 years or 20 years. A specialist will have completed medical school and internship, will have studied to specialise while working full time (plus overtime) and possibly having to deal with a family as well. Specialisation takes a minimum of 4 years, during this time you write 3 major exams: Primary exams, Intermediate exams and Secondary or Final exams. I know for anaesthetics, the primary exam consists of 3 papers: Physics, Pharmacology and Physiology. These are huge subjects. You are expected to pass these exams while studying after hours and if you’re lucky you may have lectures once a week. We also pay thousands of rands to write these exams, there is no subsidy or reimbursement from the employer. And even after these 12 years, you are still not qualified enough to be a chief specialist, you may be a junior specialist. One of the surgery specialists in our hospital is being paid the salary of a principal medical officer. There are people who completed their community service at the end of last year who earn the same amount of money! It’s preposterous!!! He was promised a specialist position, but now he is told there is not enough money and he doesn’t have enough experience! After 12 years of working towards it!

I could go on about how an ex teacher was the MEC for health in KZN. She was in charge of provincial health even though she had never worked a day in a clinic or hospital in her life. She had no idea what it meant if there were no syringes in stock at a hospital. She would say something like “We need to use our resources more carefully” meanwhile the yearly calenders, handed out at hospitals and clinics, are covered in photos of her from different angles and in different outfits and she travels by helicopter when visiting hospitals.
With no idea of the implications of ARVs in pregnancy, she condemned doctors in a little rural hospital for taking the initiative to comply with WHO recommendations and rapped them over the knuckles for “insubordination”. Insubordination to whom may I ask? Does this not imply a figure of authority? Excuse me if I do not regard an ex teacher as an authority in medicine!!

So why are we striking?
We’re striking because we’re fed up. We are burnt out. We work 32 hour shifts and are thrown peanuts for which we are expected to be grateful. We are expected to work withouth the proper equipment. When patients wait in line for 6 hours, it’s not the politicians they get angry with, it’s the health care workers. When medication runs out because there is no money to buy more, the doctors have to explain it to the patients. When there is no transport for a patient to be referred to the next level of health care, when there is no intravenous fluid, when there is no electricity, no politician has ever come and apologised to patients for the poor level of service they received, it’s the health care workers who have to deal with this and be blamed for it and have to work around it.
We see death everyday. We deal with the reality of HIV and AIDS and we stand and cry when children die and we have to tell the parents that all our efforts were futile.
So I am striking. I am saying that I am worth more. I deserve more. I work damn hard, in fact I work 3 jobs to be able to survive. I deserve more!

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Sunday, June 21, 2009

The End of Dreaming

On this solstice day I have decided to stop dreaming. With the taste of ARVs (anti retro virals) in my mouth and the nausea from ARVs in my stomach, the weight of pending exams on my shoulders and my huge sleep deficit clouding my thinking, I have decided to stop blogging. I think it’s time to close this chapter. It has been good while it lasted, but I think it has served its purpose.
Looking back I see that it hasn’t turned out like I thought it would. I think I envisioned it being a platform for me to voice my opinions about what was wrong and right in the world; instead, it turned into a platform for me to voice my moans and petty groans.
I need to start a new chapter. If today is my winter solstice, it means that from this point this year I am drawing closer to summer, unless I change hemispheres of course. So I think this is as good a time as any to start afresh. There are many things I want to leave behind, many things I want to start.

For this year I have already picked up a few good habits:
I run! Yes, the running where you pull on a pair of takkies and hit the road and see how far you can get without your lungs bursting out of your chest or before you keel over from hypoxia or lactic acidosis. I’ve even bought the “thingie gay” Nike plus running shoes that have space for a little sensor that transmits information to a receiver attached to your ipod that records your runs! Yes, I run. Furthest distance so far in one run is a measely 4,3km.

I try to study for at least 2hours per day. I have a diploma exam to pass soon. Two written exams in August and two practical exams in September.

And a few bad habits:
I enjoy a mini vanilla cigar with a glass of red wine. I’ve started smoking, I think it’s cool. I’m giving in to peer pressure a little later than the norm. But in my defence I don’t smoke that often. I bought two tin cans of mini cigars in march and have only smoked about 3 mini cigars since then! I’m a social cigar smoker.

I’m learning how to make alcoholic cocktails, they usually have some fruit in them, so it’s not all bad!

I think I’m going to hold onto my new habits for the year, good and bad. I’m going to get rid of old habits.

I want to stop dreaming so much. I want to try to live in the present, in reality.

I want to stop being the poor little girl whose father didn’t love her and who dreams of the possibility of happily ever after with any man who looks twice at her.

I want to stop analysing everything and trying to find a hidden meaning behind things, I want to take things as they are.

I want to stop apologising for the things I want, I want to be clear about what I want, ambiguity sucks balls.

I want to stop needing outside approval, I want my own approval to matter most to myself.

I want to prove to myself that I can do this on my own, completely. I don’t want a friend who’s going to turn me into Julia Roberts in “My Best Friend’s Wedding”.
I want to prove that I can do this on my own, without “good night” calls or “how was your day” smses.

I’m saying good bye to dreaming. Hello reality…

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