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Hi, please read the whole thing. It really does mean a lot to me.
I am an aspiring physician. Of course, life doesn't come off that easily. My father was born in Vietnam, at the bottom of the economy. He used the floor as paper because he couldn't afford any, and didn't take food on the table every night for granted. Despite his disadvantage he excelled in school, graduating first in his class. He proceeded to go to medical school, where he became a surgeon. He loved his job. 12 years ago, my mom wanted to go to America so my sister and I could have the best education possible. My dad agreed, having believed that education was our top priority. When we first moved my dad was really depressed since he couldn't practice anymore. He tried to apply for programs to use his MBBS, (equivalent to an MD), to legally practice, but failed. So he tried to apply to medical school, also didn't work out. So finally he just went into pre-pharm, where he went to pharmacy school. He failed a few times, sometimes having to do a year again in pharmacy school, mostly because of his lack of good English, which is still pretty mediocre to this day, (I try to teach him as best as I can). It was last year that he finally graduated from pharmacy school, but he still has to take his boards to be board certified to even have a chance to become a clinical pharmacist, which is want he wants to be. Even still, he does not like being one, as he found out doing rotations in pharmacy school. I learned our real family situation a few months ago, and ever since I've been so profoundly depressed. Sometimes, I just want to punch myself in the face repeatedly because of me being so depressed because of my situation. I think I've developed some kind of serotonin or neurotransmitter deficiency or something, because I feel like I'm on autopilot now. I don't even feel alive anymore. I care and love my dad so much, and want him to practice medicine again. That's the first thing.. he is currently 53 as of right now and all I want him to do is practice medicine so he'll be truly happy. I understand that he had to sacrifice his dream job for me and my sister's education, but he doesn't deserve living lower of a standard than he deserves, after going through hard times already during his childhood.
The second thing is that I love medicine. I like to think that I got it from my dad. I've written "research papers" on the correlation between consciousness and psychological conditions, made a functional laparoscopic simulation, and "operate" on pig skin, practicing my subcutaneous suturing, mattress suture, and other forms of suturing on surgical instruments I asked for my birthday. I also have a vast clinical knowledge, as my school nurse said. Speaking of my school nurse, during school, I applied to be a nursing aid, not to be confused with a CNA. I operated a computer and signed in patients. Although, rarely, the clinic would be empty, and I would jump out of my seat and go into the nurse's office itself, (inside the clinic), and ask her to give me medical cases for me to go through, as if I was the admitting physician. I would order tests, treatment, drugs, etc. I am waiting for a letter of recommendation for her, which would be a big advantage to have me shadow at the hospital near my apartment, (Memorial Hermann City Mall). This summer, my family couldn't afford going to vacation, but if I could shadow there, that would be better than going anywhere.
My dad is currently out of state for a month to temporarily live in my aunt's house, who is a nurse at a nursing home, to be a pharmacy technician. He is doing this to improve his English and to have a better chance at getting a job as a pharmacist. I sincerely thank you if you have read this far, and if you could offer help in any way possible, it would be an absolute blessing, and I really do mean it.
- Me operating on pig skin
I am an aspiring physician. Of course, life doesn't come off that easily. My father was born in Vietnam, at the bottom of the economy. He used the floor as paper because he couldn't afford any, and didn't take food on the table every night for granted. Despite his disadvantage he excelled in school, graduating first in his class. He proceeded to go to medical school, where he became a surgeon. He loved his job. 12 years ago, my mom wanted to go to America so my sister and I could have the best education possible. My dad agreed, having believed that education was our top priority. When we first moved my dad was really depressed since he couldn't practice anymore. He tried to apply for programs to use his MBBS, (equivalent to an MD), to legally practice, but failed. So he tried to apply to medical school, also didn't work out. So finally he just went into pre-pharm, where he went to pharmacy school. He failed a few times, sometimes having to do a year again in pharmacy school, mostly because of his lack of good English, which is still pretty mediocre to this day, (I try to teach him as best as I can). It was last year that he finally graduated from pharmacy school, but he still has to take his boards to be board certified to even have a chance to become a clinical pharmacist, which is want he wants to be. Even still, he does not like being one, as he found out doing rotations in pharmacy school. I learned our real family situation a few months ago, and ever since I've been so profoundly depressed. Sometimes, I just want to punch myself in the face repeatedly because of me being so depressed because of my situation. I think I've developed some kind of serotonin or neurotransmitter deficiency or something, because I feel like I'm on autopilot now. I don't even feel alive anymore. I care and love my dad so much, and want him to practice medicine again. That's the first thing.. he is currently 53 as of right now and all I want him to do is practice medicine so he'll be truly happy. I understand that he had to sacrifice his dream job for me and my sister's education, but he doesn't deserve living lower of a standard than he deserves, after going through hard times already during his childhood.
The second thing is that I love medicine. I like to think that I got it from my dad. I've written "research papers" on the correlation between consciousness and psychological conditions, made a functional laparoscopic simulation, and "operate" on pig skin, practicing my subcutaneous suturing, mattress suture, and other forms of suturing on surgical instruments I asked for my birthday. I also have a vast clinical knowledge, as my school nurse said. Speaking of my school nurse, during school, I applied to be a nursing aid, not to be confused with a CNA. I operated a computer and signed in patients. Although, rarely, the clinic would be empty, and I would jump out of my seat and go into the nurse's office itself, (inside the clinic), and ask her to give me medical cases for me to go through, as if I was the admitting physician. I would order tests, treatment, drugs, etc. I am waiting for a letter of recommendation for her, which would be a big advantage to have me shadow at the hospital near my apartment, (Memorial Hermann City Mall). This summer, my family couldn't afford going to vacation, but if I could shadow there, that would be better than going anywhere.
My dad is currently out of state for a month to temporarily live in my aunt's house, who is a nurse at a nursing home, to be a pharmacy technician. He is doing this to improve his English and to have a better chance at getting a job as a pharmacist. I sincerely thank you if you have read this far, and if you could offer help in any way possible, it would be an absolute blessing, and I really do mean it.
- Me operating on pig skin
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