Recently in November this year, the Uganda Medical Association called for a nationwide strike by all doctors in public service. It was bloody. I would have loved to share more of my perspectives on the strike seeing as I was in one of the public hospitals at the time, but it was a really hard time for the medical students as well. I couldn’t spare the time. But today I’d like to revisit a post I made on the subject of strikes by medical doctors. They are no joke and I only wish we’d all take them more seriously, both medical and non medical workers. It’s really deplorable when we let a strike go on for even a week let alone 100 days! I really hope we do better than this.
When I got into medical school, many people would say to me that I had made it in life. To them, medicine was a big deal because it was somewhat a comprehensive solution to all one’s needs. I’d make a decent living, have respect from nearly all men and attract a quality variety of ladies. And though these were not my primary reasons for joining the profession, I’ll admit that their impressions of the profession were pretty impressive.
My university does this cool thing where they send us off to the community for a month or two. In summary, we get to closely and extensively interact with the people we are trained to serve while we learn to serve them better. It’s nothing fancy, we get the basics while the rest we learn to fend for ourselves. Most notably, we cook for ourselves; we all take turns.