Confessions of a semi-doctor: (16) Flashbacks!


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Today is first day back to schools! It doesn’t , however, apply on senior med-schoolers simply because we haven’t yet finished the year before. Anyway, while my sister dressed up for her high school and brother went off to college, I kept remembering the little kid who made a scene on her first day at KG!

I was a delicate three-and-a-half-year-old kiddy whose sense of security boiled down to the word; mom! I couldn’t apprehend being left with kids I had never met before, doing activities I wasn’t used to. A storm of screams and cries had launched and nothing, absolutely nothing could tame it, even candies!  I remember when mom eventually gave up, she took me to the school’s playground and sat by my side on a swing until I cooled off. Then she took me home! It took me like a week to adapt!

My first day at college was quite the same, except that I was crying inside. I was a naive 16-year-old teen, completely unaware of what awaits me. Mom couldn’t lull me; she was abroad and totally out of reach. Dad, however, drove me to college and left right away. My aunt who graduated from that very place, nevertheless, was a great company. I will never forget the shock when I entered that lectures’ hall for the very first time! Literally, more than a thousand students sat there, in the same room, innocent-faced and confused, just like I was! 

We grow up so fast, don’t we?!

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.. 😀

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! 🙂

You know you’re a medical student when..


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!!  🙂

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 OWN 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! 🙂