Ugh… those kind of people. Kill them with fire. I hope you’ll always find some nice people to surround you with those next 4 years. (also until now I only associated gunners with the FC Arsenal lol)
I had a good conversation with yet another nice, non-gunner on my walk home today, so I’m really happy. I have a feeling that people who live in this part of town tend to be non-gunners (they’re also a bit older than most students in my class, which I think contributes to their non-gunneriness).
Alsoooo, he said I was “very not-pre-med,” which is honestly the best compliment.
Earlier this month, I stood alongside my peers, all of us clad in our brand new short white coats and clutching our new stethoscopes, and said these words:
I do solemnly swear by that which I hold most sacred
that I will be loyal to the profession of medicine and just and generous to its members.
that I will lead my life and practice my art in uprighteousness and honor.
that into whatsoever house I enter I will go for the benefit of the sick and will abstain from every voluntary act of mischief and corruption.
that I will follow that treatment plan which, according to my ability and judgement, I believe to be most helpful to my patients.
that whatsoever I see or hear of the lives of men and women which ought not to be spoken of, I will not divulge.
While I continue to keep this oath inviolate, may I enjoy life and the practice of medicine, and be respected by society; but should I trespass and violate this oath, may the reverse be my lot.
And just like that, I took my first step into the medical profession.
It was surreal. To be honest, it still doesn’t feel real. Like what?? You’re telling me that, In four short years, I’m going to exchange my short white coat for an attending’s long one? That my knowledge of the human body is going to grow exponentially in the next year and a half—and then some, once I’m actually seeing patients? This can’t be real life.
Although there’s a part of me that’s still in “pinch me, I’m dreaming” mode, another part of me is already completely disenchanted with my medical school experience. Does that make absolutely no sense? Alrighty, let me explain.
As the shortest summer of my life comes to a close and the last four years of my formal education begins, I feel the need to make sense of the jumbled mess of thoughts that have been crowding my mind for the past couple of weeks. So naturally, I’m word vomiting onto my blog. Bear with me…
tl;dr The future is scary, and I’d much rather cling to the past, but I’ve got to make plans and forge ahead even if I’d rather not.