Anomaly: A normality
Said a 1st year meddie friend about a colleague, "He talks a bit weird."
That unwittingly triggered a few stray neuron connections. A new revelation emerged from Davy Jones' Locker (Too much Pirates). Half baked as it is, it still registers in my frontal lobe as pure logic.
Whoa! This is bad...I'm relapsing into mediocrity.
I'm getting normal. Far too normal. This is a bad sign. Especially when I'm in my 2nd year.
I still yearn for what other people my age yearn for. Social acceptance, relationships and good ol' fun. Which is a BAD omen indeed. Plus, I'm still blogging!
Complacency has reared its butt-ugly head, especially after the exam postponement.
I'm supposed to be a mad med student. Literally. Those who sleep 5 hours a night, even alternate nights. Those who make flash cards months before exams. Those who can memorize the trade names of beta blockers and ACE inhibitors. Those who rub their hands with glee when asked to perform a prostate exam. Which reminds me, I should be anal. Anal retentive I mean. If I still harbor hopes of becoming a cardiothoracic surgeon. Or neurosurgeon. Or maxillofacial surgeon.
Surgery. That means giving up a lot of things in life. The warmth of friendships/relationships.........for the coldness of a scalpel.
Dammm...I'm supposed to be abnormal. See ya, blissful living. Goodbye simple things.































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