Thursday, March 28, 2013

Of Becoming a Doctor : A Medical Student's Vista

Reviewing for Anatomy practicals with the cadavers.

Ever heard or in the know about of "with great POWER comes great responsibility"? This is actually a mantra that was passed down to Peter Parker from Uncle Ben during his teenage tribulations. It is nothing but an old chestnut until one really gets to fit a shoe in. Just like when you get a chance to taste the patchwork of life in Med school where it's more than a training ground before you are concurred with the power of saving the lives of multitude. I know I may sound flimsy, knowing am not even halfway through, but here's a roll on what I've learned yet for the past two years - as a medical student.

TIME 

It is basically essential, has always been and will always be. Everybody has to deal with it. Yet one of the most mainstream grievances one might probably be hearing is that there are loads to read with a little-bitty time. And it's no fictional when I say "reading with comprehension + memorization" to get through is gravely needed. I must plead guilty, I've never studied this much and have never felt that my time has been gobbled up considerably that I even barely noticed the time to the extent of getting disoriented. It just happens. It happened. This is basically the reason why "time management" is of repute and pivotal to me as much as it is to everybody else who wouldn't want to get screwed up. So how does one know which strategy to use? Self-assessment.  Because aside from the fact it is vital to one's identity, it is one of the motives that drive self-motivation and enhance the certainty of one's knowledge.

Eager to learn time management series? (Here's the link http://www.studygs.net/timman.htm) So I guess there's no way you'd compromise. Spare a little of your time for others - with your friends, family and significant ones; because they are equally important in your journey of becoming a doctor.

SUPPORT SYSTEM

Regard medlife as a human spaceflight where the life support system device is a desideratum. You need them! They may be a manifold of sizes and shapes - comrades, parents, aunts and uncles, cousins, in-laws, childhood friends, bosom buddy, associate, playfellow, long-time-no-see confidant or even your classmate who's one with your med trek. They'll prop you up and hearten you in your downfalls to sustain your sanity. And oh, forget competitions (not unless it's a healthy one with yourself); this is not an arena for an immature ones because, somewhere and sometime, somebody will always be better than anybody. You've got to unselfishly share to receive what's rightfully due to you. The main thing is to help each other when you stumble or tire, to weep and press on. After all, no man is definitely an island in your track of becoming a doctor.

FAITH

"Faith is to believe what you do not see; the reward of this faith is to see what you believe" - I'm always reminded by this quote of St. Augustine in my aspiration of becoming a doctor. Possibilities exist. But hey, this is nothing confined to any religious affiliation or what-not. I still give credence that we have one Creator. And oh, there would be times (a lot of 'em) that you'd feel like giving up amidst the inevitable series of fiasco in med school. We are not robots and this is no bizarre. You've got to blaze that faith with serene hope,within you and let it emanate to the people around you. Quitting is never an option once you've really decided you're in this game to win it. You really wanted to be a doctor, huh?! Fight!

(To be updated)





Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Medlife: Adieu Year Two


What a deliverance to sail through another year of almost-insomniac nights and countless hurdles with all the heaps of examination that have been deluged upon us. *deep sigh*

While an almost 2-month summer break may not be enough to make whoopee all around, here I'am again sparing my transitory time to fancy the ensuing school years to come. Would it be more baffling as anticipated or easier as some profess it to be? With the little clue, it's actually rip-roaring. But that's another whole year of medical trek again. Someone called me naive for this -  but hey! I'm looking forward to Level IV where I could get the chance to don my self the blue scrubs with the regal white coat, not just because I dare say I'd look pro and virtuoso wearing it but in view of the fact that it would serve as my mental note on how far off I've become and how I'm close at hand in turning a parchment of dream into reality; that there's more than to be at the helm. So there's no other path but progress forward and bid adieu to Level II. March on Mediko Peregrine 2015 for more years of "medworld-trotting".