October 20, 2007
After spending half a decade wandering in med school, it now kinda feels something like this…
Suddenly, it all comes together.
Pre-med school, I thought…
…doctors are cool.
…medicine is a very noble profession where people alleviate suffering in the most direct and truest sense.
…I’m gonna bolt the moment I start dissecting cadavers.
…everyone would be incredibly busy.
…medicine is horrifyingly tough and scary, and I’d crap myself.
Post-med school, I now realise…
…doctors are plain weird…but nonetheless cool hah! *smirks*
…medicine is indeed a noble profession, but after sticking your finger in countless rectal examinations it reminds one that glamour is over-rated.
…I’m in awe of the human body; I didn’t run for the door when I was instructed to free a headless cadaver from the body bag during anatomy class. I remember looking under the metal table in search of the head. But then again, I have a misplaced sense of fear; my nerves react more towards living beings (e.g. my consultant, my examiner, traffic police, angry parent, etc.)
…everyone is incredibly busy sleeping. Especially me.
…after 5 years of study, it all comes together (somewhat!)…and I still crap myself from time to time.
I’m fairly certain there’s gonna be another list like this once I survive through my internship. Reality is a constant, and hopefully so would my half-baked sense of humour.