My journey through medical school.
My internship ended back in September 2015 & I have been preparing for my post graduation exams since. I will be taking them this year in December & this is the story of my absolutely incredible journey through medical school.
You must be thinking to yourself- ‘great! another I became a doctor story'
well you couldn’t be more right. Yes,its the same old simple story of me becoming a doctor & my journey throughout the medical school. So if you are not interested,thank you for stopping by & for those of you, who genuinely mean to read, I will try my best to not disappoint you.
I come from a very humble beginning of a higher middle class family from central part of India. When we dream something, we don’t dream alone/individually, we dream as a family, as a part of one big family. For example, when I decided to be a doctor, it became a mission for my whole family to help & push me to become one and I can’t possibly thank them enough for being so supportive & understanding throughout.
In medical school, I was alone,away from home for the first time surrounded by cadavers & strangers all around. I didn’t know who to trust or not, I didn’t know how to grocery shop or do my laundry, it was all new to me but as time passed I made some great friends who stayed with me for all 5 years & we ended up doing all of our night shifts together during internship, my judgement of people & things improved & I became more self dependent.
First two years were the hardest, personally & academically, we absolutely had no idea about what the hell we are doing & why we are doing? how to write answers or what are the things expected of us but we learnt & that’s the thing about professional colleges, they will eventually make you learn. Subjects in those years were pretty basic,the human anatomy, how our body functions & if something abnormal comes up, whys & hows of those things (the pathogenesis behind it) & the drugs used to treat them. Third & final year were intense in terms of how much we had to study, also we were exposed to patients regularly. I remember the first time I was in wards, standing in my white coat,proud, all set to take history & over enthusiastic to learn. That’s the feeling that I can never get over with, when I finally felt like a doctor (though in reality I was still far fetched). I had loads & loads & loads of clinical plus university exams to go through before I could call myself one. Third year was all eyeballs,ear,nose throat & community medicine and final year was medicine, surgery, paediatrics & OBGY, all hotshots ;)
My routines on most of the days was 9–11am clinic, 12–4pm classes, come back, sleep, get up,have dinner, study & get ready for next day. It stayed same for whole 5 years except for increased study hours later years.
To sum up, I thoroughly enjoyed every minute of my time there learning things that I am passionate about & things that I genuinely care for. It was hard & frustrating at times up to a point that I felt psychotic but all that matters in the end is who you are when you come out of there & what you become. I am certainly the better version of what I could have been had I not decided to go to medical school. It seems impossible to think of time when I was not this person. The experience changes you completely. You would have seen death, disease, suffering & pain all at once, in just one on call night, you would have sustained extreme pressure of bringing someone back from death & saving innumerable lives from dusk to dawn. You would have monitored patients all night long & worked on 36 hours shift being puked, coughed & spitted on constantly.
So No matter what life brings on your plate or how it unfolds, you know you are going to turn out just fine.
You are a freaking doctor & going to stay one for the rest of your life until your last breath, nothing & no one can take that away from you.
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