Fizzpig I LOVE that episode and was thinking about that while typing.
OK so I should mention my stupid superpowers to assuage a little curiousity.
(1) I seem to have this strange marksmanship power. If I work at it, I'm world class in pistol. Cool? Yes! Useful? *shrug*.
(2) I'm not sure if I still have this one at age 47, but I had a substantial body of evidence to support the supposition that I'm physically indestructable. I've been in a ton of motorcycle crashes when younger, and I mean, flying over cars and remodeling pickup trucks with my fullface helmet and going and getting my chin sewn up with chromic gut and ethilon and calling it a day. I've left a trail of reconfigured vehicles and bikes in my wake. THESE DAYS I RIDE LIKE AN OLD MOTORCYCLE SAFETY INSTRUCTOR ON THEIR WAY TO A PTA MEETING
(3) I seem to have perfect pitch. *shrug*
(4) The veterinary one .... I can smell parvovirus. It's an awful smell, I can't describe it, imagine being really creeped out by an H. R. Giger painting, now imagine what that feeling would smell like. I put the "nose" in "diagnose" and could tell right off if a dog just beginning to get sick was a parvo case, giving our hospital an advantage in these cases and a better cure rate than others because we'd know when to get aggressive with treatment.
OK boring, boring.
About the calling thing.... yeah, some of us are nuts who are GOING to help if someone needs helping. I'm not nutty enough to carry a big ol' medical kit with me and try to be Dr. Ross, but I'm the one who will keep people from trying to get a victem on their feet, will make sure someone calls 911, will stay around until the medics show up, actually notice that someone is in trouble, etc. I probably ought to carry a 911 phone, some glucogen, a flashlight, some basic simple stuff with me, but I'm not a whacktastic light-chasing nutball. I'm just one of those people who's going to help. Thus, EMS or possibly something that branches off of EMS is a good place in life for me. Heck for a job even dispatcher is OK with me, they get no respect but their job is a very important one. No hero complex here.
I think ultimately if a person feels they ought to try to become a doctor, why not? If the banks will loan 'em the money, why not? It's better than spending the rest of their lives thinking about what might have been. These days they're not gonna loan you the money unless they feel you're a pretty good risk. Bet your house on it? Why not? Lose your house? At least you'll have gotten med school out of the bargain, since people are losing their houses anyway.
Go for it.
