Last weekend was awesome. I arranged to do two more night shifts at the trauma center and it was amazing, even better than the last time. Dr. Shein and Dr. Beeka are amazing, kind, and love to teach us. They taught us to take femoral blood, put in IVs, and even suture wounds. I loved it. They let us be hands on and do what we know, they take the time to include us and engage us, and they genuinely enjoy teaching us. I learn so much from them and appreciate how much effort they put into teaching us. I bought them each cupcakes and gave them thank you cards. They are my absolute favorite and they were so nice and helpful, I'm going to miss them a lot. Night shifts with them have been the highlight of my entire internship and summer abroad.
Melisse knows a doctor who works at a TB clinic here in Cape Town. On Monday, she invited Hannah and I to go check it out with her. We did rounds with the doctors in the pediatric unit, it was very interesting and very sad, but I'm glad we got to go see it. The babies in there were incredibly cute and surprisingly energetic and happy. I loved playing with them and holding them as the doctors went around in their rounds. It was a very humbling experience.
Today was my last day at work since there’s another public holiday next week. Anthea said that it’s required that all American interns bring a cake on their last day. It's a little weird, since we have non-american interns and they don’t have to bring cake on their last days, I don't really understand, but whatever, I put it aside and brought a nice red-velvet cake from the store. When I got to work, I asked if I could work in trauma for my last day since it's my favorite. Anthea straight up said no, like a hard no, and then she made a rude comment about my cake being “too small”. She put me with Dr. Adams (the one I told her wasn't very nice to me). It was fine, but it was odd because she put the new girl in trauma today even though she already went there Tuesday and it was only her second day. She made the rest of us work in reception for our entire first week, but this girl didn't work in reception at all and went straight to trauma. It’s not a huge deal, I was just sad since it was my last day. My driver sent me a text saying he was going to be early to get us because he had to get people from the airport later. We weren't going to have enough time to pull everyone together to say goodbye and eat cake like we usually do. I went to go tell Anthea, but she was still angry with me over the size of cake I brought. At this point, I was a little upset too since she had placed me in my least favorite place and complained over the size of cake I brought. I thanked her for having me this summer and just left. As I walked out, I said bye and handed out cake to my favorite nurses, doctors and security guards. I felt bad that I left things off sourly with Anthea, but I just wasn't going to stand for her being angry with me over the size of cake I brought for my own farewell party. She hasn't been very happy with me since she asked for feedback from me last week. I don't think I was rude, but it seems as if whatever I said wasn't taken well by her. I expressed that I would like to work in trauma more because it was my favorite place and told her about how some of the doctors don't like to have us sit in with them and how they speak in Afrikaans or Xhosa when they don't want to deal with us. I thought I gave her honest, helpful and professional feedback, I was trying to help the other interns out so she would send them to trauma more and stop sending them to the doctors that don't like us, but I think she took it as criticism because she got very angry with me last week and was very short and snappy with me this week. This has been the first time the whole summer that she seemed to be upset with me or have a problem with me at all. It sucks if it reflects poorly on me in my supervisor evaluation, but I couldn't help but be a little hurt by the way I was treated this week. Thursday wasn't a great last day, but the weekend in the ER was so good that I don't even care. When I got home I walked around my neighborhood and handed out the rest of the pieces of my cake to the homeless people that stay in Obs, so at least that made me feel good.
After work I went to VAC to do my exit interview. I expressed some of my concerns and explained what had just happened between me and Anthea. I knew Anthea was going to email them about how I just left on my last day and skipped out on my farewell "ceremony" that they usually do. I knew it would come across as rude, but I really didn't feel like giving free cake to people who yelled at me and complained about the size of my cake. The person I talked to at VAC was not very empathetic at all. She eluded that it was all my fault, that I was super rude and she didn't even care that Anthea had yelled at me about the cake. She wasn't taking me seriously at all and just laughed and said that Anthea was probably just joking, which she definitely wasn't. That really frustrated me. I've voiced concerns to VAC multiple times this summer, looking for help and support and every time they've turned it around on me as if it's entirely my fault. It would be nice if they could just take my side just once on an issue and help advocate for me with internship offices or at least just take accountability for their fault in some of the issues we've experience. But no, it's literally always my fault, my problem, my responsibility, and its always up to me to try to figure it out on my own. All that is fine, I'm an adult, I can figure it out, but then why did I pay them to help facilitate my internship if they're not going to help advocate for me? Frustrating, but whatever, I'm officially done with VAC and my job today so theres no point in dwelling on it.
Okay so I know that Thursday sounds terrible now, but it gets better. I had previously made reservations at one of Cape Town's most famous restaurants for my last day of work, The Pot Luck Club. It's owned and run by the same people who own The Test Kitchen, Cape Town's number one restaurant and its ranked 22 in the world (I originally tried to get a reservation at the Test Kitchen, but its booked until September, but the Pot Luck Club was the next best thing). It was so fancy that we had to put down a R250 deposit per person just to make the reservation. It was totally worth it. Literally some of the best food I've ever eaten. So worth it. Totally repaired the damage from the rest of the day.