It would appear that this time next year all being well that I will have the results of my written finals. The big question is where will I be after that. At the minute that is the debate that I am beginning to try to work out. I am thinking two schools of thought. One of these is to head across the Irish Sea and the other is too stay. This has been one of those debates that has ensued with me since I was 17 and when I hit 32 I have no idea what I will decide.
To me the last two decisions have been done through a very structured system and they have both been the right decision. How can I say that? You might ask and the answer would be simply because I know that they were.
So apart from debating where I am going over the last while I have also spent some time thinking about where I have come from. It often makes me laugh when I think back to those times at school, where I spent time in the local bakery or looking back to what I actually was like at 17.
Having the opportunity to do medicine is a privilege and for each of us who have had an opportunity to peel off the veneer and look at humanity at its most vulnerable point, I can safely say that I have not been appreciative enough of the chances that I have been given.
One other thing that I have learnt is that people are complex creatures and they can be hard work. Thankfully others aren’t and they make the whole world a bit more hospitable.
Another thing that I have been trying to get to terms with is actually spending time to hit the breaks on life, and have some down time, where I am not running round like a blue arse fly trying to catch up with everyone, or chasing after something. Having had a bout of some vomiting bug, about two weeks ago, and having a romantic liason with a toilet bowl does make you think about the finer things in life. Such as just being able to have some free time to yourself and not having to sit in and watch daytime tv!
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