Oh, so true. It seems only yesterday when I was thinking "Oh, 4 years!!!" And now, in just one semester, I'll be leaving for my internship.
Oh, cod. THE question. You know, I always find it difficult to answer that question...
I don't really have a specific reason. I've wanted to be a doctor since I can remember. I've still got some of my kindergarden notebooks and, you know, the typical task: "What do you want to be when you grow up?"... the answer was ALWAYS the same... "Doctor". I don't know why. I guess you could say I was born with that idea.
Now I can give more valid reasons. I've been in a hospital. In the ER, in surgery, in consults. I've been amongst doctors, nurses, patients and families alike.
Once, I was working on the ER, I was collecting samples from a lot of patients. A girl stopped me, and asked if I could explain to them the results from a blood exam and an X-ray and tell what was wrong with her mom. I smiled and said "Sure". I was panicking inside! I was just in 5th semester, I felt I knew the bare minimum! And now, give my impressions and a probable DIAGNOSE?! I took the results. I asked her symptoms and everything I could think of. I told her what I thought could be the most probable diagnose. Her and her mother's smile of relief. Her gratefulness. You felt it a lot in the ER. Patients and their families alike thanked you and saw you with such a look... just because you relieved their pain a bit, gave their meds, cleaned their wounds.
It was the greatest thing I've ever felt. And that just made it clearer for me. I WANT to do this for the rest of my life.
(Oh... and, yep, the resident doc came and actually confirmed my diagnose for that patient. I felt like doing a party
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