After about 4 long years, I've decided that I still love Medicine, this despite the usual unpleasant stuff that occurs along the learning journey. For every unlovable person or pressurising situation, there is this wonder for the subject matter (I'm referring to IM) and some inspiring people along the way.
The mutual teaching sessions I'm having with my councillee.
The patient whom I spent one hour talking to, because I decided I was very free and could take things leisurely. We spent fifteen minutes talking about medical history and the rest about life. He was telling me that his cancer taught him not to be anxious in life. And my one hour with him must have made him think that all healthcare workers function that way, which leads me to question if this is a good thing.
The senior who's having a close walk with God despite going through housemanship, a shit time of her life.
The other senior who told me that housemanship is about mental tenacity rather than the level of intellect.
And heck about the fact that I've fallen in love with IM, one of the least lucrative specialities around. Heck I'll just invest in unit trusts and properties in the future, so I'll have enough money to take a taxi. If all goes well I can get a nice cosy 3 room flat somewhere in Queenstown. Maybe I can even afford a car, but we can't ask for too much, two meals a day on call is good already.
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