Dr. Mike

I must have a seriously boring blog to read. Every second post is about my desire to be a doctor or about being sick. Well I don't care. Here's another doctor one.

Damn, I want to be a doctor. The way the body works is so fascinating but what's even more fascinating are all the little things that can go wrong. Don't get me wrong. This copy of Gray's Anatomy (note the A in grays. It's the text book. Not the show) is very interesting. I especially like reading about the heart and blood and all that. But I really wish I had a book that told me more about heart attacks. Think of the physiological rollar coaster that must go on during one of those. Oooh, goosebumps.

Yeah, I'm a nut. I decided a few months ago that I couldn't do the doctor thing. I'm not a dedicated enough student and I'm not single minded enough to succeed. I mean when you're in med school, that's your entire life. I like doing things like drawing or building things or taking apart radios and fiddling with them to make them fit my needs (I'll write about my hard hat that I'm modifying when I get it finished). Hell, I just bought a 99 peice bucket of sidewalk chalk yesterday so that I can go nuts on the big slabs of concrete that make up half my back yard. I won't be able to do a lot of those things if I'm working 36 hour shifts. (common for residence).

But dammit, I'm going to try. If I do find out that I have ALS, I could only have like 5 years left and there is no way I could be a doctor in only 5 years. But I'll die trying. And if I don't have ALS, I will still have been scared enough to make me see it through to the end.

Okay, I'm going to the UofA now (best medical school in Canada and I live 25 minutes away. That's a good sign). I wonder if they'll help me during the summer. Ah well, only one way to find out.