The end of an error
Sorry, I've gotten a bit behind in my blogging. There's been so much happening in the last week, it's unbelievable! The main problem is that while I've been recovering physically from my appendicitis, I've also had to get through the qualifying ceremony and ball!
The qualifying ceremony was a nice little occasion. A good chance for us to pat each other on the back and reflect on the last 6 years of life. It was a really strange feeling for me. It seemed like everyone else around me was much more excited than I was. I also had to self medicate with paracetamol+ibuprofen+omeprazole to get myself through the evening and get up on the stage with something that resembled a normal looking gait.
After the ceremony everyone came out saying to each other, "Hello Doctor (place surname here)!" and then giggling like crazy. I don't get it. Seriously. Perhaps I am just grumpy and cyinical but it just seems like a really cheesy thing to do. Afterall we're supposed to be mature adults and the best we can do is get a cheap thrill out of calling each other Doctor? Did we all really go through medical school just so that other people can rub our egos by addressing us with a this title that is suppoed to give us status and authority in our society? I certainly didn't and in fact the title doesn't sit comfortably with me at all. To me the title implies expertise in our chosen field, and I am by no means an expert in medicine. The real doctors are those who have gained their college fellowship, or in the world of academia those who have completed a PhD. That's what being a doctor is really about.
The strangest feeling was losing a sense of identity. For the last 6 years I have called myself a medical student and suddenly the safety of this disguise was being taken away from me! It means I'll soon be exposed to the real world of the work place, beeping pagers, responsibility, signing my name next to my work, and all that crud that only seemed theoretical a few days earlier.
The ball was also a nice fun event and it was really nice to catch up with classmates for one last time before we split into different directions. Again I felt really flat physically which kinda stopped me from being as sociable as I would have liked. I tried really hard but I just couldn't lift myself.
In a way, I feel kinda cheated. After all that hard work I finally had a chance to celebrate and I couldn't because of my stupid appendix! On the other hand, I guess I could look in the brighter side - at least I made it rather than being stuck on the surgical ward. It would have been even worse if I was sick while away on my elective. I was still surrounded with great friends even though I probably wasn't the best of company to be around.
Now that I've had a couple of days to let the dust settle and rest up properly I can look back now, and despite my whinging in this post, I feel that it was a really nice way to finish a major chapter in my life. Farewell student life! I've loved every moment of it, but now it's time to move on and face the real world. A new chapter in my life begins next week. Stay tuned folks!
The qualifying ceremony was a nice little occasion. A good chance for us to pat each other on the back and reflect on the last 6 years of life. It was a really strange feeling for me. It seemed like everyone else around me was much more excited than I was. I also had to self medicate with paracetamol+ibuprofen+omeprazole to get myself through the evening and get up on the stage with something that resembled a normal looking gait.
After the ceremony everyone came out saying to each other, "Hello Doctor (place surname here)!" and then giggling like crazy. I don't get it. Seriously. Perhaps I am just grumpy and cyinical but it just seems like a really cheesy thing to do. Afterall we're supposed to be mature adults and the best we can do is get a cheap thrill out of calling each other Doctor? Did we all really go through medical school just so that other people can rub our egos by addressing us with a this title that is suppoed to give us status and authority in our society? I certainly didn't and in fact the title doesn't sit comfortably with me at all. To me the title implies expertise in our chosen field, and I am by no means an expert in medicine. The real doctors are those who have gained their college fellowship, or in the world of academia those who have completed a PhD. That's what being a doctor is really about.
The strangest feeling was losing a sense of identity. For the last 6 years I have called myself a medical student and suddenly the safety of this disguise was being taken away from me! It means I'll soon be exposed to the real world of the work place, beeping pagers, responsibility, signing my name next to my work, and all that crud that only seemed theoretical a few days earlier.
The ball was also a nice fun event and it was really nice to catch up with classmates for one last time before we split into different directions. Again I felt really flat physically which kinda stopped me from being as sociable as I would have liked. I tried really hard but I just couldn't lift myself.
In a way, I feel kinda cheated. After all that hard work I finally had a chance to celebrate and I couldn't because of my stupid appendix! On the other hand, I guess I could look in the brighter side - at least I made it rather than being stuck on the surgical ward. It would have been even worse if I was sick while away on my elective. I was still surrounded with great friends even though I probably wasn't the best of company to be around.
Now that I've had a couple of days to let the dust settle and rest up properly I can look back now, and despite my whinging in this post, I feel that it was a really nice way to finish a major chapter in my life. Farewell student life! I've loved every moment of it, but now it's time to move on and face the real world. A new chapter in my life begins next week. Stay tuned folks!
posted by SpongeMike @ 00:52
2 Comments:
Good luck! ;)
Sure u will do fine!
That is why they only release u out after 6 yrs!
I feel the same way too.
I'm gona introduce myself as my first name instead of dr x. calling myself dr is just embarrassing.
Hey thanks for being the driver that night too. And for lasting till the end even with all the stuff going on. I would never have pushed myself all this way if i had been your position. Really appreciate it...!
Shit we'll be in the wards tomorrow...
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