Not Quite There Yet
For the last couple of weeks, I have come to realize that I am at possibly one of my life's greatest stresses... I am at the transition from being an all-classroom-student to one who becomes part of a life-saving/-prolonging team of doctors.
I often wonder about the "what ifs." What if I did not get the guts to enter medical school? What if I joined this group of friends, and not this one? What if I just paid a little more attention in class? What if I studied more for the exams? I wouldn't call myself a bad student though, because I really am not, and I am quite proud to say that I have surprised and rocked-the-boats of some of my classmates and friends. ^_^
Classroom learning is just a quarter of what there is to learn in the medical profession. Experience is the key, as is everything else that portends to survival, and well, life.
In less than a month, real hospital life will smack me in the face. Some omnipotent being will peel my eyelids back, and I think I would get the feeling that I will be made a fool. Of course, this will be transient. In time, I would get my "hospital legs" and settle as that calm person I once was known to be.
Am I excited? Yes, but a very small "yes" at that.
Am I scared? YES.
I realize that I am always not quite there yet. I think I never will ever be "there." That is probably the reason why I am scared. There will always be something new to learn and experience. And after those, the nitty-gritty details of that thing you just learned. Then new questions arise and new answers to those questions... That is the vicious cycle I have condemned myself to.
Do I have regrets? None at all.
I often wonder about the "what ifs." What if I did not get the guts to enter medical school? What if I joined this group of friends, and not this one? What if I just paid a little more attention in class? What if I studied more for the exams? I wouldn't call myself a bad student though, because I really am not, and I am quite proud to say that I have surprised and rocked-the-boats of some of my classmates and friends. ^_^
Classroom learning is just a quarter of what there is to learn in the medical profession. Experience is the key, as is everything else that portends to survival, and well, life.
In less than a month, real hospital life will smack me in the face. Some omnipotent being will peel my eyelids back, and I think I would get the feeling that I will be made a fool. Of course, this will be transient. In time, I would get my "hospital legs" and settle as that calm person I once was known to be.
Am I excited? Yes, but a very small "yes" at that.
Am I scared? YES.
I realize that I am always not quite there yet. I think I never will ever be "there." That is probably the reason why I am scared. There will always be something new to learn and experience. And after those, the nitty-gritty details of that thing you just learned. Then new questions arise and new answers to those questions... That is the vicious cycle I have condemned myself to.
Do I have regrets? None at all.