Hi, my name is Bryce Thomas, and Welcome to my Blog

My name is Bryce Thomas, and I'm an aspiring Medical student. I live in Newbury, Berkshire. I started this Blog partly on the advice of a lecturer at Med-Link to document any work experience I have, or anything I hear about or discover that I am interested in.

Thursday, 7 June 2012

Exams, Science Coordinator and Bees


I’ve been busy revising for my As Exams, hence the complete lack of posts. I’m now trying not to think about them, because I know I tried my best and nothing I can do now will change the results.

Anyway! Shortly before my exams all of the school officer posts were up for grabs. This means that Head Boy, the various house captains, and subject coordinator applicants all went through an interview process and the officers were chosen. 

The interesting this about this was that the only subject coordinator posts available were numeracy, literacy and anti-bullying. There were also no rules about making up your own posts, so I applied for science coordinator. I feel that too many students struggle initially with science and as a result find it boring, and I wanted to change that. However, it emerged that several others went for the post of science coordinator as well, which was certainly a shock to me, given that I’d made up that post!

The end result was that I didn’t get the post, which I have to admit, was disappointing for me. However, I approached the two students who had got it, and persuaded them to support me when I implemented my own ideas, so that even though I wasn’t coordinator, I could still try to get my activities in place. 

The following weekend I was asked by my dad to “do the bees”. This is entails nothing more than an inspection of the hives we have at the bottom of the garden, but it would be the first time I had done them without him. So I suited up, and went down to check on them. Due to the wet weather, the bees hadn’t been flying as much as they should have, and weren’t able to collect the nectar and pollen for the honey and had no food. I recognised this, and the causes, and mixed up a batch of sugar syrup to help feed them through the rainy periods. In one hive I was pleased to find the queen bee, who, despite being almost double the size of the others, is fairly difficult to spot amongst the 5000 others.  

The third hive I looked in was a swarm (when a bee hive splits), and so had fewer bees. I looked in to the frames which, in the other hives had had brood (baby bees) and could find none. Also with so few bees in the hive I was also struggling to find the queen. Her absence and the absence of brood lead me to believe that actually, the hive had lost its queen (a hive almost certainly dies when this happens). When my dad checked the bees a week later, he agreed with all of my suggestions. I was pleased because I’d thought objectively and worked through any problems. We aren’t sure what to do with the swarm, but we’re going to leave it for now.
A queen bee

Giving Blood

A short while ago I did something amazing; I gave blood! Both of my parents have given blood for as long as I can remember, and I wanted to the same as soon as I could but I wasn’t allowed to until 6 months after I’d been to Uganda because of the possibility of me having malaria.
I recommend giving blood to anyone who can – it’s an amazingly worthwhile thing to do, and it put a smile on face for the rest of the day – you might have saved someone’s life!

When you go to donate you complete a questionnaire while you drink a pint of water, (i.e. have you had sexual relations with anyone who might be HIV positive in the last 6 months etc), and then they have a little “bullet capsule” or lancet which stabs you in the finger (middle finger of your right hand). They take a drop, and put it into one of two solutions (green or blue) to decide whether or not you have enough iron in your blood. Too little and giving blood could make you anaemic which is obviously not good. Your drop of blood falls in, and if it doesn’t sink in fifteen seconds you can’t donate. 

After this there’s a short wait until there’s a bed free. I asked for a left armed bed because I had to write an essay later but they aren’t particularly bothered which arm it comes out of. They wrap a blood pressure cuff around your arm, pump to restrict circulation, and select a vein. They put in the needle, hook you up to a bag, and leave you. The bag rests in a tray which rocks continuously. I asked the nurses about this and they said that the bags contained an anticoagulant which stops the blood from clotting. The nurses used to have to squeeze the bags themselves, which meant that they could only attend to one donor at a time – now they can have up to four donors per nurse, which means more people can donate quicker.

Meanwhile, they told me I had to keep opening and clenching my hands, and crossing my legs over, to keep blood moving around the body. They took 470ml, a little under a pint, and then I was free to go. The needle coming out was the most painful part of the whole experience, but even that didn’t really hurt. I was given a drink and a biscuit and then I could go.

I really enjoyed the whole experience and urge anyone who reads this to give it a go. I’ve already organised to take a friend of mine as soon as she’s 17!