unidays

Entering uni was a whole new experience for the boy. new people to meet, new people to hate, new task to undertake,new enlightenment about one's self to be discovered. the first 2 years was about theory. basically its just hitting the books, memorizing, vomiting it all back to the lecturers. thats part was easy. so to speak.

Along the way there were make ups and break ups. Unbreakable friendships made from unlikely personalities that the boy would cherish till this very day. he and his fellow friends suffered to thick and thin. Literately sheared tears and blood. medical school was awesome...!

Come third year, he was send to a teaching hospital, the very first time exposing him to his future life as a doctor. This was what he see saw

-tired houseman
-overworked staff
-wards that was packed to the brim
-no enough working space
-36 to 48 working hours

Oh my gosh... was this the life he signed up for. Hmmm…. But the boy just ignored his heart’s lament. He often stayed over in the hospital with his friends overnight learning, reading, observing and getting scolded by the staff. (for your info – medical students are regarded pest in the hospital. They know nuts, they do nuts and they are just objects hanging around in spaces in the hospital with no apparent value). But its okay…. The boy persevered. Though he wasn’t the best in the class…. Still he managed to pull through year 3, 4 and then 5.

But somehow there was a little voice behind his head whispering and doubting his decision applying for medicine. Was it the right thing to do? Was it worth the sacrifice he made to continue studying. The celebrations he missed, the moments with his family he missed, the birthdays he missed, the reunion he missed. Was it all worth it? While his other non medical friends were enjoying life at their prime of their life. Is becoming a doctor really that important?

Honestly, looking back now he should have done something by then. He just doesn’t have the “ball” to do so. Hmmmm… should his parents be blamed also? “Hang in there, it will get better later….”. The only thing that was running in his peanut sized brain of his was the “financial security” that he might obtain once he completed the course. Sigh, how wrong he was….

Long story short…. 5 years passed, final exam sat, results not too bad, manage to get a “dr” in front of the boy’s name….. medical life here he comes…