Sunday, 21 November 2010

the obligatory introductory post

"Hello, I'm a 4th year medical student, would you mind if I... Actually, no, sorry, I don't know what I'm doing"

I am, apparently a medical student. After two years ignoring medicine, I find myself back in the fourth year of a medical degree, only 20 months away from being a qualified doctor. This is where I'll document some of the trials and tribulations of re-learning everything I previously knew plus learning everything I'm meant to know, whilst persuading myself that a doctor is a great thing to be, really. All in a new year where I know virtually no one and they all know each other (well, half the year all know each other, and the other half all know each other).

It's not all doom and gloom though, since I was last in medical school 28 months ago, I am now one BSc, some German lessons, an extensive understanding of endometriosis and a medication unavailable in the UK, a thorough memory of the Berlin public transport network, some photos of New Zealand and an unhealthy obsession with children's cancer better off.

So far, so not particularly useful for trying to be a medical student or, therefore, trying to be doctor. We'll see how it goes.

And so I have a blog. I had one in London, but it was all angsty and I only let one person see it, I also can't remember what it was called... So let's have a fresh start. I was going to call it "trying to be a doctor" but firstly that was already taken (by someone who's clearly not great at English, they must be trying very hard so I won't resent them their blog name) and secondly I realised I should take a step backwards and go back to basics. So here I am, trying to be a medical student. I'm also trying to maintain/establish a social life, having lived abroad for 11m months of the last 12. So there will be ramblings on that, and gender, disability, endometriosis and other obscure topics alongside the medical trying.

Wish me luck. Here goes...

EDIT: I should explain, the blog title is adapted from a quote from my sister a few years ago. She said that I was "trying to be a doctor" when she in fact meant "training to be a doctor". We all found it very funny but I've found it coming back to haunt me.

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