Last January we started with our Neuroanatomy module and may I say, we are very complicated beings. Simple movements already go through a complicated tract. Even the feeling of cold or heat is complicated. With all this complexity, I find myself asking, what the heck did I get myself into? Don’t get me wrong. I love medicine. I love the field of healthcare, I always will. But right now(with a great fear of mistake and failure), I ask myself, what did I get myself into?



Sometimes I wish that in med school they would only teach you things regarding your specialty of choice and squeeze in a few basics like CPR and first aid. Though I’m not sure if that would make us competent or stupid doctors in the future. All I know is that it’s less hassle. (sighs) Less hassle. Hah. I don’t think doctors know that kind of life. Once you enter med school, you made the choice to make your life more complicated than it already is. Pretty soon, we get adjusted and complicated becomes normal. We’re just like adrenaline junkies, except we don’t jump off buildings or go sky diving. We hold scalpels, work through thirty six hours of duty and plaster smiles on our faces. The practice is our adrenaline. Medicine junkies.. that’s what we are.. or at least what I’m hoping to be in the future. For now, I just have to pass all my subjects.

(Starts reading book again)