I originally intended to blog throughout the academic year; of course, I got distracted, and it is only now as we feebly limp into the last module that I’ve actually got around to writing a first entry.
My personal statement many moons ago stated “I have always wanted to be a doctor”. I’m not sure why: An unhealthy interest in death and disease? Because I want to help people? Because it would be a way to outshine my sibling? I have a feeling it’s the former and the latter, and the reason in the middle is just a side effect.
So, medical school beckoned, however foolish a plan that was, and here I am, two years later, approaching the end of my first year in Clinics. I think I’ve survived; I’ve seen my first death, developed an unhealthy dependency on coffee, been driven home in a doctor’s convertible, and have been humiliated on a ward-round, BUT a consultant has never made me cry. MedicGirl did good.
Still. It’s not over yet…
MedicGirl
