I really was not one of those people that “wanted to study medicine since I was 2 years old and had a toy doctors set from my parents”. In fact, I wanted to be a librarian/café owner/ hotel owner for the early years. As I grew older (not taller), I managed to build up a giant selection of teddies. These were soon to become my unexpected patients. My teddies and dolls went though the most horrific traumas and it was my absolute joy to care for them. Granted, the traumas were normally part of some sort of crazy game me and my siblings would play: for example one time there was a “fire” in the bedroom and we had to “evacuate” all the teddies. Much to my mums joy, we tied skipping ropes around the teddies necks and lowered them out the window into the garden. There, the teddies were met by a wheelbarrow that would ferry them over to the hospital.
(Oh yes, the “hospital” was an area of grass in our garden where traumatised dolls would rest and recover before being recycled back into the fire to be dropped back into the wheelbarrow again.)
Perhaps this mock A+E centre in my back garden was the reason I wanted to initially study medicine? The apparent care I took for teddies may reflect into the care for patients…but this is probably completely made up and I was probably just a very strange child.
Come to think of it, it may have been the illnesses I actually went through growing up that convinced me into medicine. I had allergic reactions, dislocated knees, hernias…sigh the list goes on. I loved seeing what the doctors were up to and had a fascination for the work they were doing. Again though, this may have contributed…probably only mildy.
In my interviews, of course the reason I wanted to study medicine was because “I have an interest in science and caring for people…blah blah work experience…blah blah emotional tale from work experience…conclude with a summary line”. But actually writing this blog post and trying to figure out the real reason is racking my brain.
I have asked a few of my friends too, and it just seems that no one really knows. Seems that everyone goes into medicine for a massive mix of noble reasons and influences (cough parents that are doctors cough). I don’t really think I will ever work out what made me want to do medicine initially, what made me doubt going into medicine and what eventually convinced me it was the right thing. What I do know is that I love studying medicine now (most of the time), and I really can’t wait to be a doctor one day.
For now though..this picture below pretty much summarises my medical degree so far.