I had to fill up a survey and they asked:
What made you choose this line of profession?
Little me: When I grow up, I want to be a…
- toy maker – but I changed my mind when someone told me that the toys would come and get me in the end (I was 6).
- pirate – or a sailor. But I nearly drowned at sea. So, scratch that. Besides, it’s not nice to steal things (I was 7)
- paleontologist – but then I realized that there’re no dinosaur remains behind my house. nor anywhere in the country. I think. (8 or so)
- like the guy in ‘BIG’, where he gets to test out toys. Wishful thinking.
What made me choose this? It wasn’t my parents. It wasn’t any TV series (like Lemon put it, she was influenced by G. Clooney in ER). We didn’t have any workshops or whatever, to figure out what we’re good at. And then I remember the first time I considered this. I thought it’s the easiest job. Really. I mean, all you do is cut up people and give them pills and stuff. that was the little me back then. I didn’t reckon on the whole complicated patient-doctor thing, never thought of the various juggling I have to do, the things I have to see, the emotions. It’s all about communication. Plus a few other things.
Textbook answer: I want to help people.
Yeah, that’s one of the reasons.
I also want to be independent (which is why I haven’t been living at home for five years or so now).
I want to be able to buy a DSLR camera (the money minded me).
I hate all other things to do with physics, maths and such.
I liked biology at school.
Well then, medical school it is, thought I.
Yes, it’s fated.
And I realized that if given the choice, I wouldn’t pick anything else. I have this love-hate relationship with what I do and there are always ups and downs, but in the end, all that matters is that I can help people in some way. Nauseatingly cheesy? But it’s true.
Night2 then and sweet dreams 
