I pretty much thought that my dreams were over. We lived on a farm outside the city without electricity, so it really was an impossible dream. But the yearning never went away. Whenever I took my son to the doctor it would just come up again and again. I studied some other things, worked a bit, and earned money; but the desire to be a doctor never went away.
The sole purpose of these ligaments is to make it difficult for medical students to dissect. (And something about defining the limits of movement.)
I read a lot of medical fiction. I even have some lists about them (fiction and non-fiction, actually). I think I just read one of my favourites: Suicide Med by Freida McFadden, aka Fizzy McFizz. She also wrote The Devil Wears Scrubs, which I reviewed here. In all honesty, I don’t think the blurb doesContinue reading “The Best Med School Fiction I’ve Read”
I hated the selfishness I saw festering in my colleagues. I hated noticing how our passions died, how we began to work just hard enough to get through the day. Dreams clinical and humanitarian prowess fell by the wayside, and we shuffled forward towards that degree like zombies past their expiration dates.
Trying to reduce your finals to a list of survival tips is a slap in the face of the hard work you have done, and will still do.
If you have been told your whole life that you need simply to do what you love (and you’ll “never work a day in your life”, yada yada yada), you might not know HOW else to choose a path forward.
I feel like many talented youngsters have a pressing desire to do a job that makes them “tick”, and they are taught (myself included) from a young age that the profession you choose should be one you feel passionate about. I can understand why we tell people that too: talented youngsters can often do anything they want to, so “passion” becomes a good indicator of what to leave and what to dive into.
I had the desire to thank a whole lot of people and to impress how many people contributed to my success, and this was the closest I could get.
For the past three years, I have lived in a modified shipping container. So a few years ago a company called TopShell started converting shipping containers into student housing. It is not a completely new concept, but it was pretty novel for South Africa. Now, these containers are butt-ugly from outside! They are this horrible off-green colour that kind of make them look like army barracks. But inside… they are relatively gorgeous.
I’m going to be a doctor! Final year of med school done. Name badge with “Dr”: received. I’m officially on holiday for a month before I begin my job as Intern. Just an oath taking and a graduation still to come. It feel so unreal! I don’t know what else to say. Woooooohooooo!