“She didn’t quite understand what life was about. Nor did she care. In the middle of her chaos, she didn’t quit, although some days she wanted too. As a college student, applying for Nursing School, the never-ending courses became her worst enemy. In her heart, she knew that she was more. She was a writer and a great one at that. While she feared failure, due to the concern of never constructing anything brilliant on paper, striving to become what she had always dreamed of was the only thing that made her feel satisfied.” -Megan Henson
There is not a day that goes by that I do not think to myself, why in the world am I doing this? I spend hours of my day slaving away to learn boo-koo’s of material to save the lives of other human beings. Yet, while I let myself run completely dry, only affecting my own mental health.
I am sure people from the outside of things assume that I just have to learn the human body – how hard could that possibly be right? Seems simple, you only have to be knowledgeable enough to know everything possibly about the circulatory system, skeletal system, integumentary system, muscular system, nervous system, sensory system, cardiovascular system, endocrine system, lymphatic system, immune system, respiratory system, digestive system, urinary system, and the reproductive system. And who knows what all other systems, that each come along with 50,000 words of medical terminology.
The crazy part about this is, I have learned about each and every single one of these things and I remember them by heart! Yikes! I haven’t even reached clinicals yet! But, even after all of the stressful days and the time spent wanting nothing more than to just relax and take a nice long bubble bath before I drive myself to the insane asylum, I realize that this is my calling: Not because of how I do during my years in college, but because of how much I genuinely love people.
But, today… I choose writing as my method of medicine.