I got in...
I've been accepted to the medical study program exactly where I wanted in Sweden. So I'm on my way to becoming a doctor. The move is planned, I've told my boss I need to quit my job, told my house owner and roomies that I'll be moving out. I have a new place ready to move into and... there are two clouds on the horizon. Make that three, though the
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I keep thinking I have to do something, something worth while, something I can be proud of. And biology/medicine is my field, no mistake there. But I suppose "I can't think of anything else" is a lousy reason to become a doctor, isn't it?
I do have plans for what I'll do as a doctor, and I do look forward to them. I am (despite my younger self's denials) a social creature and people fascinate me. I want to help people and I want to be the one people trust and turn to.
Plans, yes. Dreams and fancies at least. I might travel the globe, give people rabies vaccinations in South America, combat malaria and sickle cell in Africa, or perhaps build a retirement home where the staff actually have time to learn the inhabitants' names. I could research viruses and design vaccines, and try to find some sort of antibiotic that bacteria can't grow resistent to, at least not so fast. Mostly, though, I'd like to specialize in emergency medecine. Or perhaps perhaps oncology (cancer). Cancer is a fascinating thing; mutating cell lines going berserk and trying to escape the control of the immune system or whatever drugs we throw at it. Of course, it's also potentially tragic for the patients and the patient's closest... but such is life, isn't it? Always potentially tragic.
So I do have plans. And when it comes to dog, his breeder has said that she might take him while I can't. If that works out, then all's well. And I think I'll feel better when all the goodbyes are said and the move is done and finished. Right now it's the breaking everything up and tossing down the pieces in a new place that has me meloncholy.
I've 'known' for about two weeks now that I was garaunteed a place. Since the results of the interview landed in my mail box and told me that I must have made a very good impression indeed. I was happy then, smiling and calling my friends and parents.
But at the moment... numb.
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