Somewhere inbetween lazing around on Saturday morning, and catching up on rap beef (#choosing no sides because Em is king, but MGK is cool in my book). It occured to me that for people living in South/North Florida, they could care less about Eminem’s lyricism or whatever topic currently holds our collective attention on social media.
“You kinda need to have someone, you know. Not necessarily be in a relationship, but yeah.. We’ll soon be in final year.. You need to have someone.”
That was said to me by a classmate/friend the other day in class. The topic of marriage/relationships had come up somehow (I forget how), and I had commented of my lack of a significant other and the fact I was in no hurry to get said person.
He seems to disbelieve me…. Aren’t you in your 20’s already and with medicine, you know how it is….
An alternative perspective
As stated in my previous post, I approached the idea of summer practise in Nigeria with quite a bit of anxiety (one morning I actually hid in my sister’s bathroom… the entire why of that deserves its own post).. So, I was actually surprised I ended up enjoying it.
And this is all because of the doctors I met/was assigned to while there :
There’s this cool thing we get to know in medical school, and it goes by different names, but for the purpose of this post, it’s going to be called : “clinical training”.
Summer break, rather than laze around or hang out with friends (though you can be certain we find tine for that), we spend managed hours in the hospital, assigned in various departments to different doctors, hopefully acquiring practical skills/knowledge and brushing up on what we had learned so far.
The system may vary from school to school, but because medicine is medicine, the formula stays fairly the same.
However, for the first time, I would be practicing at home, in Nigeria.