Thursday, December 23, 2010
So, I am procrastinating right now. For a few weeks I have been wondering about how real this is all becoming. Each day I take yet another step big or small in fulfilling a dream I have had since before I can remember. I recall often playing doctor as a child and though I eventually stopped playing the dreams still followed me. By the dark of the night in the few hours I slept I was transformed simultaneously, into my five year old self as well as the adult I still hope to grow up to be, stethoscope around my neck in a long white coat with Dr. in front of my name and the two coveted letters MD after it. I still have those dreams, but now for the past two months I have dawned my short white coat and started to do the things I used to do when playing doctor as a child. The first time I walked into a room with my white coat on I felt odd to say the least. It was as if I was five again giddy with excitement to be playing doctor, this time though it was even better then when I was five because the patients were real people and not my stuffed animals. Each time since then I have been waiting till the time I walk into a patients room and not feel like a child playing dress up, wondering when this will feel real, but then I wonder if I lost that excitement would I still have the potential to be the type of doctor I want to be.