The game. They say either a person has what it takes to play, or they don't. My mother was one of the greats. Me, on the other hand...I'm kinda screwed.
Like I said. I'm screwed.
I can't think of any one reason why I want to be a surgeon. But I can think of a thousand reasons why I should quit.
They make it hard on purpose. There are lives in our hands.
There comes a moment when it's more than just a game. And you either take that step forward, or turn around and walk away.
I could quit. But here's the thing: I love the playing field.So. I made it through my first shift. We all did. The other interns are all good people, you'd like them. I think. I don't know.
Maybe. I like them. Oh, and I changed my mind. I'm not going to sell the house. I'm going to keep it. I'll have to get a couple of roommates, but it's home, you know?
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