Memoir of a Med Student Archives - Page 7 of 7

Added on November 3, 2015 First Year , Alive

I.II.V – S.W.S.D.

I.II.V S.W.S.D. “Find a job you enjoy doing, and you will never have to work a day in your life” goes this famous saying that pops up on my Facebook feed from time to time. Good stuff. Tear-jerking really. A bit vomit-inducing, perhaps. Scratch that – definitely vomit-inducing. I’m this close to needing a barf bag. Seriously, this close. The […]

Added on October 27, 2015 First Year , Alive

Reality Check

I.II.IV REALITY CHECK It only took a few days in med school for me to swallow my words and realise that I was completely wrong about everything. There I was, surrounded by the crème de la crème of university students, these overachieving brainiacs, and I was struggling to keep afloat after being thrown right into the deep end. Being the […]

Added on October 20, 2015 First Year , Alive

Starting Line

I.II.III STARTING LINE Picture this. It’s a crisp, sunny September day in 2015 and it also happens to be this fresh-faced idiot’s first day of med school, staring brightly at the battered, dilapidated building that would hold me hostage for the next two years – all full of goals and dreams and aspirations. Aaah – how amazing it all felt! […]

Added on October 13, 2015 First Year , Alive

Fellowship

I.II.II FELLOWSHIP September 2015 was a month of many firsts for me. I was nineteen, making my way downtown, strutting my stuff and painting the town red. Me and my trusty leather jacket, all hip and trendy. Like what the cool kids say. Cause I‘m just that cool. I’d be a med student in a few weeks’ time and I […]

Added on October 6, 2015 First Year , Alive

Anticipation

I.II.I ANTICIPATION My path to getting into medicine? Oof. It was just like a game of Pac-Man. Only the maze was more convoluted, the dots I had to eat were books and Blinky, Pinky, Inky and Clyde were my assignments, exams, anxiety and a feeling of impending doom. In order to get into medicine, I’d need to sit for biology […]

Added on September 29, 2015 First Year , Awake

Eudaimonia

I.I.IV EUDAIMONIA Much like when I was a kid, I started re-questioning everything about everything. I had to start back from scratch, from the very foundation; tabula rasa. Philosophy, politics, science, society, every single thing. I let go of everything I thought I knew and started all over. “Who am I?” I’d ask myself over and over, much like when Mewtwo […]

Added on September 22, 2015 First Year , Awake

Reignited

I.I.III REIGNITED They say that ignorance is bliss. They also say pineapples shouldn’t be on pizza. Or that downing an entire can of whipped cream in one go is bad for you. Clearly ‘they’ is an idiot and ignorance is not bliss. What I’m trying to say in all these convoluted terms is that if I’ve learnt anything at all, […]

Added on September 15, 2015 First Year , Awake

Ex-Father

I.I.II EX-FATHER My father was never a man of many words. Unless those words were “no” or “you had that coming”. For the better part of my life, he could have been the family butler I was forced to hang out with on occasion, but that was about it. He’d come home late from work, pick a fight with my […]

Added on September 8, 2015 First Year , Awake

Awakening

I.I.I AWAKENING It was just like any other day. I had just come back from school when – CUT! Oof, bored already. Jeez! Right from the very first sentence. I apologise. Let’s start over and just cut right down to it, shall we? In the weirdest way possible. Here it goes. Ready? Okay! I’m a massive Grey’s Anatomy fanatic. To […]

Added on September 1, 2015 Memoir of a Med Student , Medicine

FOREWORD

FOREWORD Welcome to my mind, all you crazy, beautiful people! Man, this feels weird. So weird! I’ve never written for anyone other than myself before. I started writing this during my days in med school from 2015 to 2020, recounting my tales in and out of hospital. Instead of letting these words rot inside a journal, I thought of sharing […]