I can feel the slow changes of medical school in me.
Some days I forget what my life was before this journey began.
As a premed, I thought I would be different, I would be immune to the challenges and difficulties.
I can start to see the long road ahead, the debt, dangers, disease, death and despair.
Today, I saw some kids get grossed out by some images of the body’s innards. I didn’t give it a second thought.
Rare and complicated diseases are becoming interesting subjects instead of the sad human conditions they are.
It feels like I speak a new language full of medical jargon and acronyms.
My number of non-medical friends I keep in touch with is gradually shrinking.
I’m eating, sleeping, breathing medicine.
I’m not sure if this is the type of person I want to become.
I will surely come out a different person.
I want to be a good doctor, but do I want to become a medaholic?