It is hardly difficult to imagine that the ending days of Med school are near. The dear hostel room would have to be left under order by the Dean for someone else to find shelter in the safe haven that I used to call semi-home for the last 5 years. The thought of it is scary.
Added to that comes the doubt’s regarding career choice. The worst part about medicine is when you pass out of Med school you realize there are 19-20 defined specialties of which you have to choose any one in your life which you’d pursue throughout. Now you can well imagine how at a certain tender age one is supposed to decide the best for him all of a sudden. So the best option possible is to write the selection test, close your eyes, wait for the results and contemplate. Then start again. This is the plan in short. To keep on studying till you clear the exam. That can happen in a year, in two years. One just needs to wait for the angels to look towards him and shine the eternal light some holy day :P.
Becoming a doctor has its pangs, I’ve known that all along. And most of it lies in the way the branches have been designed. To pick and choose between different medical specialties. What if someone wants to do it all? What if someone wants to read everything? Its a matter of time only that things will get clear. After all I have been looking at Medicine from an academic point of view mostly. Once the professional part begins it is bound to become stressful along with the perks of just any other job. Only with the added feeling of getting a halo behind your head. 🙂
Peace to world…
Restless Wanderer 