As far as I could I remember, becoming a doctor has always been my life’s ambition. Recently, one of the lecturers has somewhat called into question as to ‘why’ I wish to become one. As I delve deeper into the depths of my mind to search for an answer, I have come to realize that I have placed this career at the end of a very extensive ever-branching road. When I look behind me at the road traveled, the beginning is as unfathomable as the end.
When I started writing this, I was searching for the ‘one’ reason why I decided to pursue a career in medicine. Therefore, it is heart wrenching for me to realize that the ‘one’ reason is merely an illusion. As I grow older, the reasons change, becomes fluid till I have no idea whether the journey shapes the goal, or the goal shapes the journey.
I started this journey ever so young, with the unwavering belief that becoming a doctor is the only way to serve the population. Unfortunately, the downfall of youth is that you have never encountered and totally oblivious to the concept of power, status, respect, hardship and such like.
It is undeniable to say that the financial aspect has not been an influence. They say that ‘money does not buy happiness’, what a load of bullshit. Tell that to the poor. Status and respect? We all hunt for it consciously or unconsciously; to gain those two is to secure a place in society. I am not ashamed to admit this, but in the darkest of time when hope is scarce, the benefits of this career shines like a beacon that lights the path ahead.
I don’t know whether my reasons would change yet again, but the main reason I am pursuing a career in medicine at this time is to give purpose to my life- something that we all seek, but very few of us find.
At the end of it all, the journey is insignificant compared to the goal. Regardless of the reasons, it all boils down to this; if your loved one is in the operational room, do you care why the surgeon becomes a surgeon? What matters are his capabilities.
According to WHO (What Health Organization?) and BMJ (Bollocks Medical Journal), there is an increasing rampant activity of a not yet classified disease. However, the general population should not be concerned as the disease seems to be isolated in IMU (International Money Undertaking University.) It is an extremely communicable disease and once infected- the individual remains infective for life. What is peculiar however, is that the clinical symptoms only manifest itself when the infected individual is placed under decision making situations. For the rest of the time, it is dormant. Very little is known about this disease, but what has been gathered so far from MIN (Medical Institute of Nonsense) are:
Disease : Debbites Merrytus
Agent : Chai Qijun, Debbi
Transmission : Not yet identified, but the disease is able to spread via SMS and e-mail
Reservoir : Catticus Meowus (family pet of the agent)
Signs/symptoms : 1. Acute hearing, visual and vocal failure leading to difficulty in communication. To the laymen’s eye- this is commonly perceived wrongly as the ‘I don’t want to hear it, see it or talk about it’ syndrome.
2. There is strong CNS involvement leading to all nouns and verbs (when able to talk) to be replaced with ‘ I don’t mind’
3. About 1% of the infected individual manifest with urine retention failure leading to chronic
visitation to the toilet
4. Involuntary contraction of the upper limbs
muscles- leading to irregular upwards movement
of the shoulders (very much similar to
the universal ‘ I don’t know’ sign)
Treatment Currently being developed by MIN. Recent studies on ASK-ME-NOT vaccination is promising and distribution is being discussed by the MOH (unfortunately, MOH Head of Research acquired Debbites and is currently indecisive in releasing the vaccination.)
MIN is currently surveying the disease; any new information regarding the disease should be posted at their website.
It all began when I lost my car keys. Dont ask me the where's and the how's. I obviously had it when I locked the door, but 7 hours later, it went kapoofff. I spent a grief stricken 30 minutes 'bouncing' about in IMU asking the various department and people whether they have seen it- but to no avail. In the end, I just gave up and decided to go home to take the spare key.
To add insult to injury, we received our exam results that day. The 'A' proved to be elusive....
To add 3M HCL to an area of fatty necrosis (specific isnt it?), I was really excited about that day. Becurz
Gave him the keys and cabut home because I needed to return my father's car before he gets back from India this Saturday. Haiz, so much problem from that lost bunch of keys. I hope whoever found it has the decency to pass it to the lost and found. But this being Malaysia, the PROBABILITY of that occuring is pretty slim, bordering on nil.
So that's it.... hope I didnt bore you...