Sunday, March 16, 2008

De Omnibus Dubitandum

The dream was beautiful. He was helping the poor, the repressed, the innocent. Justice: it was happening, he was working hard, he'd do it, he'd change the world. And, the million dollars, oh the million dollars every day, just out of reach, but he'd get it.

Now, cracks started to appear. He had trouble remembering his plans, his ideas, and the people he had told them to had not written them down. His own notes didn't make sense, he had so many ideas. If only they'd written them down, if only he'd had a secretary writing down everything he had said.

A profound sadness was settling into his soul. Now, how could he achieve his goals? He knew who to blame: that medical student. The student had stabbed him in the back, said that he was not thinking straight, that he was sick. He had told the committee not about his wonderful dream, but about his mistakes. He wasn't sick! Now, the student was experimenting on him with his drugs, just to play doctor. His dream, his dream was dying.

5 comments:

Marysienka said...

Beautiful... and sad.

you are stressing me out with this residency thing. :o/

Apalazzo said...

Don't do it!!!

med neophyte said...

I hope that round two is going a little better. After all of this you have definately earned a little success. Best of luck.

Tall Medstudent said...

Marysienka: Sad is right... btw, second round, not so bad. :) Augh, choices choices...

Alex: You're lucky your cells don't talk back to you every day, as you inject them... would be pretty overpowering.

Neo: It is going better. Six times as many interviews. Hmm, I should email you some questions about how your electives went...

Dragonfly said...

True, and sad.