I know that I’m not meant to be, but I am. Lately it is hard not to be consumed with the task that lays ahead of me.
6 months from now I could be taking an oath that will change the rest of my life. It is not a oath many take, but those who take it, take it seriously.
Who wouldn’t be worried about medical school, right? It’s kind of a big deal. It’s signing onto at least 7 more years of basically no salary. It’s dedicating to 48-hour shifts that will shake your relationships, your body, and your mind. It’s saying, “I care”, when no one truly seems to.
What a blessing. I know that there ARE benefits to being a physician. The salary isn’t bad, the position in society, the ability to heal someone. To not only see a miracle, but to BE a miracle.
It means a life-change. It means moving, potential house-buying, new driver license, cell phone, supermarket, and church group. It means nights spent half-awake in the library or on clinical shift instead of wide-eyed with friends at Dennys.
I have a lot to learn in this short amount of time. A lot of growing up to do. A lot of decisions to make. Will it be worth it? I think so. Actually I can’t think of why it wouldn’t be.
“On hearing this, Jesus said,”It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. But go and learn what this means, ‘I desire mercy, not sacrifice.’ For I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners.” -Jesus, Matthew 9:12-13