I know, this somewhat qualifies me as a nerd. But I have reached full nerd status: I am in the Pre-Med Club. So the other day, I attend a meeting for Pre-Med Club.
Allow me to supply some background information.
I have had glasses since the age of three. My mother looked at me one day when I was watching tv and one eye was staring straight at tv and evidently, the other was gazing at my imaginary friend off to the left somewhere because it wasn't looking at the tv. It was then that I was mesmerized by a mechanical device called a phoroptor when I lost my eyedoctor visit virginity.
How sweet would it be to play with that thing all of the time (note: this is a three year old's perspective, though deep down, I would still have a great time twisting all of the dials and such). It was because of this beautiful, complex, and intriguing machine that I first decided to become an eye doctor. The only time this "dream job" ever changed was after the summer before first grade when I was first intoducted to ballet and then changed my career pathway as a first grader to become a professional ballet dancer. Didn't work out, obviously. That was the first and last time I took ballet. Bummer.Off topic.
So this love of eyes thing has been ongoing since the age of three.
At this Pre-Med Club meeting, they brought in Residents that were going into surgery. There were three guys that came in, two whom were upper level seniors and one who was in his second year. One of the upper level seniors was an orthopedic surgeon (we'll name him Bob), the other upper level senior was a neurosurgeon (we'll name him Billy Jo 'cause I didn't like him much ... he was cocky). And the second year ... well I dunno what he was going into but we'll call him Jim. So Bob, Billy Jo, and Jim sat and discussed with us any questions we had pertaining to becoming a surgeon. Here is the breakdown...
The second year was inspiring because he went to Central for four years and slacked off, decided he wanted to go to med school, and got rejected by everyone he applied to. He went to admissions at Wayne State and asked what he had to do to get in and got his Masters and went to Wayne State's Med school.
The neurosurgeon, Billy Jo, went to UMich his whole college career and is naturally, at their hospital right now for residency. He said that his freshman year he had a really tough time getting good grades, but then he get into the swing of things and did fine and graduated with a 3.5. Bascially, there's hope for me : )
And then the orthopedic surgeon is married to a dermatologist. He didn't talk much about himself. More of about how his day goes. Go to the hospital at six, go to meetings 'til seven fifteen, eat as much as you can from seven fifteen to seven thirty, and then either make rounds or head to the OR until six or seven at night.
I am obsessed with ER and if I had the stomach, the brains, and the willpower to have no life for the rest of my life, I would consider becoming a trauma surgeon. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't make it though, the whole arm hanging by a thread thing doesn't exactly sound like my cup of tea.
Pretty much what I'm trying to get across here is that all I want to do is be an Opthamologist. I've officially decided to go over twelve more years of schooling to become an eye specialist and operate. I love working, obviously, or else I would not be taking the steps to become a workaholic. I really don't have an urge to bear children; getting married is another story. I would like to settle down and I'm willing to do so whenever God provides me with my husband, but I'm in no rush. After all, I'm going to school for the next eight years and then I get to be a resident for ... however long it takes.
Patience is a virtue.
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