I Don’t Need No Doctor

I’ve been in school for almost six months, and as I look back on the beginning, it seems so funny.  I remember looking around during orientation and being so intimidated.  I used to think, These people are going to be doctors.  And now, I look around and think, These people are going to be doctors?

In fact, when we first started school, my friends and I would play this game we liked to call “Who looks like a doctor?”  And we would pick somebody and say, Yeah…that guy…he looks like a doctor.  And we stopped playing that game a long time ago, because now nobody looks like a doctor.

It’s nothing personal to anyone in my class; I’m sure they are thinking the same exact thing about me.  It’s just that I’ve seen and know too much about these people.  They are all going to make wonderful doctors, I just don’t think I could ever have one of them be my doctor.

It is no wonder that doctors make the worst patients.  When you’re sick, you want to go see someone who is smarter than you – not someone who is just like you.  Now that I’m in med school, there are no more illusions that doctors are somehow special.  They are the same schmucks you see on the street.  They’re just regular people…and you trust them with your life.

The same thing happened when my brother got a Ph.D.  I mean…if he can get one…anyone can.  (Just kidding, Dr. Chloupek…we all think you’re very special.)  But, in all seriousness, if I can be a doctor, I don’t know how much I trust them anymore….

About emilyehoward

My name is Emily, and I am a Hospitalist in Nebraska. I live with my husband and three beautiful daughters. I hope you enjoy my blog!
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