Confessions of a semi-doctor: (3) Forgotten blessings..


It’s true that we don’t appreciate what we’ve got until it’s gone. Yet, seeing someone aching for losing simple things we’re unaware that we’ve always got, definitely helps!

When I first started my clinical rounds, my mind was focused on one thing; learning how to treat the ill. However, those very people have given my mind such a good slap! Yelling at “him”: wait, there’s more to learn! Well, I can say I’ve learnt the kind of lessons that aren’t found in books!

Bumping into the disabled, the deaf and the blind. Talking to people who were too sick to sit straight or walk by themselves. Seeing those who have forgotten their beloved and couldn’t recall who they are… That certainly has got me losing the proper words to express how I felt about it, I only get to say that such experience has and will always remind me to thank God for granting me the gift of being who I am and for teaching me that I truly am blessed.. πŸ˜€

P.S. Sorry for not posting for like three weeks or more. I had a mini-block, but thank God, it didn’t last longer! πŸ™‚

Reality vs. Fiction!


Remembering our childhood dreams may make us laugh … We find it funny, as those dreams were way crazier than our current ones. When I was young, I used to dream of becoming an astronaut, flying to the space, walking on the moon, discovering new planets & even meeting aliens!!

Sometimes I wonder why our dreams change when we grow up… Maybe it’s because we change as well… Maybe it’s our mind that tends to rationalize. Maybe it’s our tendency to change; we get bored of our childish dreams, so we start having new dreams… Perhaps we become aware that childhood dreams are hard to come by, so we start finding easier dreams!

Whatever the reasons, my dreams were suddenly switched to medicine. I found myself dreaming of becoming a doctor instead of that “astronaut” thing!!

I really doubt that watching “ER” had anything to do with this, but I’m pretty sure that being raised in a family of doctors had absolutely something to do with this in one way or another. Maybe it’s genetical!! Or maybe I just wanted to join the club!

So, when I finished the high school, it was time for that dream (being a doctor) to come true. I have to admit that it’s not as easy when it comes to reality. Firstly, it was as if I set the house on fire when I told my parents what I was thinking!! There was a heated debate as they tried to convince me to pick any faculty but the faculty of medicine (they didn’t want me to suffer).

Well, I respected the fact that they had enough experience. I knew I’m not that hard worker and I’d face many obstacles, but that was my dream & I wanted a chance to make it true…

Eventually, I ended up in the school of medicine ON MY OWNΒ RESPONSIBILITY. Of course, I had many difficulties to face at the beginning, but I learned, and still learning, how to cope up with them.

I just want to say that achieving your dreams can be way harder than you expect, yet it doesn’t mean to stop dreaming. You’d make them true if you tried enough. Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I started reconsidering that “astronaut” thing again… Indeed, life is just a “Reality vs. Fiction” game, and deciding the winner is up to you! πŸ™‚