I wouldn’t make eye contact with me either. It’s awkward, whatever, a seven month hiatus following a blahbity month hiatus before that… you might think that I should just take this God forsaken thing down, but alas, no.
So, it’s July.
I am now a fourth year medical student.
I don’t know if you’re aware, but there are only four years to medical school. As in, this is my last year of medical school. As in, my holy God I’m going to be a doctor in less than a year.
I would’ve written that last bit in caps, but frankly caps just won’t cut it. I don’t know what would. Skywriting? A Mt. Rushmore-esque proclamation? Blood?
Lots of changes have been afoot as is usually the case when seven months goes by. I’d say the most jarring of which is that… brace yourselves…
I want to be a doctor.
All evidence to the contrary, turns out there’s a sick diluted part of me that loves this stuff. A very specific realm of this stuff, but a slice of this stuff that counts as medicine just the same.
I don’t feel I can just come straight out and tell you because what fun would that be. Plus, I feel as though this proclamation is a pretty huge anti-climax to the whole of my blogging career. So I’m going to doll it up with a countdown of sorts. I think I’ll try to recall as best I can the foibles of each rotation this past year and see if you can guess what I’ve decided to pursue.
You know, all two of you who still bop by this ragtag site from time to time.
The same two who already know what I want to be, but WHATEVER. I NEED TO WRITE AGAIN.
