Tonight is one of those nights when I seriously fear the possibility that I'll become a physician and have major regrets about my life's choices when I'm around 70 years old, thinking about all of the drug-addicts that I likely accommodated by prescribing their dying grandfathers with potent narcotics.. I think I just have a mild bout of depression because my life has been MCAT and schoolwork for the last five weeks, and will continue to be so until June.. Thought I'd share. Sorry.