In the final week being a final year medical student you have learnt everything you’re going to learn at medical school. You’re writing scripts, that the House Officer signs. You’re creating discharge summaries, that the House Officer approves. You’re assessing patients and creating plans, that the Registrar reviews.
Essentially, you’re playing doctors.
One week later, as a House Officer, you don’t know anything else, but now, you’re writing scripts, you’re discharging patients, you’re assessing patients and creating plans.
Now, you’re a real doctor.
In life, until the responsibility sits with you, you’re playing.
Perhaps, knowing that, it’s time to embrace responsibility.
We often try to outrun the storm, emotionally, physically, spiritually.
We’re entering an age where machines do our thinking before we’ve even had a chance to try.
In church the other day, the pastor gave a sermon that really stuck with me. He talked about two people.
Hope doesn’t mean pretending everything is okay.