I ask myself this question every single day. I'm still only a freshman, but sometimes it just seems like this dream of being a doctor is just that; a dream. I work hard, I get little sleep, and I've got a crumbling five year relationship. I think I've sacrificed a lot to keep things together this first year (I've been busy with biology, chemistry, physics, calculus, and english). My girlfriend sees it as me ignoring her, and I'm not sure what to do; do I worry about a career, or do I worry about my girlfriend?
Anyways, back to my original question why medicine? I know that I don't want to end up like my sister moving from job to job having no sense of security. I know that I want to make a good living, and I know I want to be compensated well. I was watching Trauma in the ER last night and I got that sudden little flick of "this is why I want to do this": There was this 50 year old guy who had been in a car accident. His two arms and leg had to be amputated. They were literally holding on by a thread of skin, and they were so mangled. It's the first time I ever felt sick. I saw the skin torn and sickly wounded; it looked like this guy had got stuck in a meat grinder. However, it amazed me the way the doctors handled it. They were all panicky and scared, but they held it together and did what they had to do to save him. Then, they went and spoke with his family. It's such an intimate process (being a doctor), and I think it's so amazing to have that kind of ability.
I don't know what the point of this message was. A hybrid vent and rant. I'm interested to hear all of your opinions on why medicine.
Anyways, back to my original question why medicine? I know that I don't want to end up like my sister moving from job to job having no sense of security. I know that I want to make a good living, and I know I want to be compensated well. I was watching Trauma in the ER last night and I got that sudden little flick of "this is why I want to do this": There was this 50 year old guy who had been in a car accident. His two arms and leg had to be amputated. They were literally holding on by a thread of skin, and they were so mangled. It's the first time I ever felt sick. I saw the skin torn and sickly wounded; it looked like this guy had got stuck in a meat grinder. However, it amazed me the way the doctors handled it. They were all panicky and scared, but they held it together and did what they had to do to save him. Then, they went and spoke with his family. It's such an intimate process (being a doctor), and I think it's so amazing to have that kind of ability.
I don't know what the point of this message was. A hybrid vent and rant. I'm interested to hear all of your opinions on why medicine.
