It’s pretty refreshing to start your day with things you really love. I’m talking about those magical small and simple things that can change the beat of your whole day! As for me, my day would turn upside down with a full mug of coffee.. With a crispy bar of chocolate, this would define the word “passion” in my dictionary!
It’s not that I’m a caffeine junkie, but starting my day without those few sips of coffee would sound like starting a car with no fuel! I don’t know how it works, but sometimes I feel as if it passes directly to my brain! Or as we say in Egypt: “It fixes my head”, which happens to fix my day too! 😀
I’ve never been in love with those few remaining days of summer vacation.. People would normally seize every moment of those fun “remnants”, whereas I walk the opposite direction!!
I go into a “hibernate” mode; my vacation’s active rhythm freezes, my mind goes blank, I run out of the enthusiasm I had throughout summer, I even fail to find anything I love to write about, and everything turns into pure boredom!
Pathetically, slipping into lectures, clinical rounds, courses and the very usual (and mostly boring) Med. School routine is the only way I can “restart”!
The good news is, 5 days from now, I’ll be going back to School! Let’s see how things will turn out.. And frankly speaking, this has nothing to do with books and studying (even medical students don’t like that); I’m not the nerd you might think of.. Or am I?? 😀
The Kite Runner, by Khaled Husseini is one of the few books that had really touched my heart.. I don’t remember a chapter that hasn’t moved me into tears, but here’s my favorite part; where I really cried!
“… I bow to the west. Then I remember I haven’t prayed for over fifteen years. I have long forgotten the words. But it doesn’t matter, I will utter those few words I still remember: La illaha il Al-laah, Muhammad u rasul ullah. There is no God but Allah and Muhammad is His messenger. I see now that Baba was wrong, there is a God, there always has been. I see Him here, in the eyes of the people in this corridor of desperation. This is the real house of God, this is where those who have lost God will find Him, not the white masjid with its bright diamond lights and towering minarets. There is a God, there has to be, and now I will pray, I will pray that He will forgive that I have neglected Him all of these years, forgive that I have betrayed, lied, and sinned with impunity only to turn to Him now in my hour of need, I pray that he is as merciful, benevolent, and gracious as His book says He is. I bow to the west and kiss the ground and promise that I will do zakat, I will do namaz, I will fast during Ramadan and when Ramadan has passed I will go on fasting, I will commit to memory every last word of His holy book, and I will set on a pilgrimage to that sweltering city in the desert and bow before the Ka’bah too. I will do all of this and I will think of Him everyday from this day on if He only grants me this one wish: My hands are stained with Hassan’s blood; I pray God doesn’t let them get stained with the blood of his boy too.
I hear a whimpering and I realize it is mine, my lips are salty with the tears trickling down my face. I feel the eyes of everyone in this corridor on me and still I bow to the west. I pray. I pray that my sins have not caught up with me the way I’d always feared they would…”
Threads of sunlight had quietly snuck in; throwing golden shadows all over the window when the old woman had moved her chair to face the scene. Her heart had always been so attached to that view; beating lively every time she looked through the window, that she’d never missed a morning… However, that very morning, her heart was beating slowly, painfully; something had changed…
She broke into tears for grasping how things had turned upside down without any earlier warnings. Few days back, she could watch the singing birds and the spirited butterflies, but that day, she was watching the same view through the same window without really seeing!
She let a sigh, sensing the light morning breeze infusing her hair tufts. It was a sign, alerting her that life goes on; she had lost her sight, but she needed a reminder of everything else she had gained…
Being a medical student can be either funny, weird or pathetic…
Well, it’s funny when..
- Everybody knows you must be so smart!
- Most of people respect you!
- Everybody calls you a doctor that sometimes you hate it!
- There’s a syndrome with your name (medical student syndrome)!
- You know how to measure blood pressure, how to use a stethoscope and what drugs are used for!!
- You know it’s called “Alzheimer’s” not “Zahaimar” and “Schizophrenia” not “Shezophrenia” ! 😛
- Your neighbor catches flu and asks you to prescribe her a drug!
- You watch medical series and feel so happy when you understand what they’re talking about and much happier when you know the diagnosis of a disease!
- You’ve got plenty of time (7 years) to make new friends, they become a part of your family and you become a part of theirs!
It’s weird when..
- You use medical terms in the middle of your ordinary talk, even without noticing!
- Your Facebook status and posts are medically related!
- You type “Vagus” instead of “Vegas” and “Staph” instead of “Staff” and you may even say “Jugular” instead of “Jaguar”!!
- Your parents get you a stethoscope, a microscope or any other “scope” for your birthday & you may celebrate it at college with your friends within 15 minutes right before an upcoming lecture!
- You’d rather spend two hours staring at a human liver, studying its anatomy, than go home later and find out that your mother has cooked “livers” for lunch!!
- You’re not supposed to panic when you see a dead body dissected into pieces or a blood pool in the street!
And it becomes pathetic when..
- You forget your name!
- You’re always supposed to be anywhere but your home… Doing what? Attending either lectures, sections, rounds or courses!!
- You forget what a “weekend” means since you’re out 24/7!!
- You’re always doing something, so your biggest fun becomes staying at home and doing nothing!
- You either have migraines, gastritis or sinusitis!
- You take anti-depressants, anxiolytics & sedatives without (or with) consultation!
- You get a panic attack at least twice!
- Sometimes you think you might need psychotherapy!
- Your summer vacation starts 2 months after other students get bored of theirs!
- Your younger siblings graduate before you do and even get a job!!
- You usually miss your family gatherings, birthday parties & weddings and you spend your whole “Eid” vacation studying for an upcoming exam!
- Peoples’ blood, urine, stools, pus, sputum and vomitus become a part of your curriculum and a part of your job later!! (Yeah, I know it’s disgusting)!!
But you know what, after all, I think I love being a medical student!! 🙂