I haven’t posted anything for a while as I have allowed myself to get caught up in the end of academic year/revision panic.
I have become a revision bore and so as an attempt to distract myself slightly and give my jaws a break from the stress induced tooth grinding, I thought I would try and recall some of the pivotal moments that made me choose this path in the first place.
The idea of being a doctor didn’t enter my head until I gave birth to my daughter at the age of 20 (she is now 9), I hadn’t gone through school dreaming of a life of stethoscopes and patient histories. I didn’t know any doctors and before getting pregnant rarely went to see one.
During my 30th week of pregnancy I developed pre-eclampsia and all of a sudden I was seeing doctors all the time. Terrible headaches had me in A and E for monitoring and then at 36 weeks I was admitted.
To cut a long story short, at 37 weeks I was induced but I rapidly got sicker and sicker with a dangerously high BP and so was whisked off for an emergency C-section.
I cannot say that I wasn’t scared (in fact, I am reliably informed that I shouted out “don’t let me die” numerous times as I was rushed into theatre!) but I was also excited. Excited to meet my beautiful daughter- obviously! But also by the whole medical procedure itself, I found it extremely fascinating.
I then found myself at home with a beautiful baby to look after and the beginnings of a dream that I pushed to the back of my mind for a few years.
Fast forward 2 years and I started to investigate the possibility of medical school, not having any A-levels was a big problem so I embarked on an Open University course just to see if I could be academic, turned out that I loved it.
Another 3 years on and I found myself back in hospital for another C-section (this time, planned) with a copy of my text book on infectious diseases in preparation for an upcoming exam. The midwives looked at me rather strangely as I hobbled out of bed, post op, reading my text book and rocking my baby boy to sleep.
I finished my degree about a year later and started applying for medical school.
I realise I have got a little bit too distracted in my story telling now, as I had the intention of sharing some more of the reasons why I wanted to become a doctor – and there are many others.
But remembering this has calmed down my panic enough for now and refocused my mind on what I need to do. Sometimes it is important to take time out and reflect upon how you got to where you are..
….however before this turns into a daylong procrastination exercise, I must get back to it!