In our second to last week in
Cape Town a few of the medical students, myself included, decided to switch up
the internship placements. I will admit I have been very curious to see what
I’ve been missing out on. If I didn’t so adamantly choose Tafelsig during the
interview would my South African experience have been drastically different? This
Tuesday, Mariko and I were the first to switch, she took the luxury bus with
Joe to Tafelsig and I got to catch a mini-bus taxi with Collette and Libby to
Melomed in Gatesville. Maybe it’s because I take them so rarely, but I haven’t
understood the stigma around mini-bus taxis; in fact, I’m always super excited
to take one. Mini-bus taxis have character in my opinion, there’s always loud,
indiscernible techno or African music blasting at high tempo and full volume
and a crowd of people are stuffed in and conversing. The one we hailed that
morning was no different and I was thoroughly amped for my out-of-routine day.
The difference in funding between Tafelsig and Melomed was immediately evident.
As Melomed is a private hospital and Tafelsig is a governmentally funded
free-clinic, I was expecting some differences in equipment and procedures but
this was insane. When we walked into the building, I thought we were somehow
misdirected and ended up in a hotel. The reception looked like a concierge,
there were at least 5 floors, and many glossy elevators lined the hallways. The
hallways of practitioners and wards were endless, and each of the hundreds of
patients were hooked up to the most advanced medical equipment. With the vast
amount of resources available medical or not, the staff here took for granted
what the staff at Tafelsig considered as luxuries. Changing of gloves were
mandatory if the slightest amount of contamination was suspected, if you walked
into a new room you had to wash your hands and every time the soap and towels
were properly stocked, no one had to run from room to room searching for the
staff member that was using the blood pressure cuff or glucose machine they
needed for their patient, and at tea time refreshments and sugar were in
abundance for the stuff. Most of what is listed is basic medical practice and
not until Melomed did I realize how well I became acclimated to coping with the
budget deficits in Tafelsig; it became normal to expect that gloves, machines,
and medicine would be out of stock and that I would have to adapt to consult my
patient. Once again I was reminded of the strength and exceptionalism of the
staff at Tafelsig.
This morning, I woke up way too
early to visit Maitland Cottage with Maria. On Fridays the hospital, runs a
special practice in which the doctors solely attend to the reparation and
maintenance of young kids with club foot. These kids come in from all over the
country to have the doctors inspect, cast, or operate on their feet to ensure
that their bones are growing in properly. I was able to aid the doctors by
holding the children’s feet in place as they were casted. Although I was just a
visiting student all the doctors were very enthusiastic and went out of their
way to teach me all they could about the abnormality and how to mend it. This
medical facility is a non-profit alike Tafelsig; thus, I saw more similarities
between the two than with Melomed. After the club foot session, I explored the
children’s wards with Maria and got to see with my own eyes how much the kids
love her.
I must say that each medical
placement I visited was a unique experience. I’m very glad I had the
opportunity to spend a day at each as I know I would have regrets and would
wonder what my life in Cape Town would have been like had I given into my safe
self and had not pushed for the crazy clinic that goes sees four hundred people
a day. I may be biased in my opinion, as I’ve spent so much more time and
created significant relationships with the people at Tafelsig, but I believe
that I was placed where I needed to be. In reflection of all the goals I had in
choosing this abroad program, Vernon placed me in the perfect internship.
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