Thursday, November 17, 2005
I have obviously changed my blog template. The scalpel may make some of you kind of sick, but it makes me want to yell "yes! yes! yes!," in the manner of Meg Ryan from
When Harry Met Sally. I went through some tough times recently, and there are more tough times to come. I went to another school for an away rotation only to see that my hero's love of surgery is mired down in the muck of politics and unfulfilled promises. He used to have such moxie, and now he's just kind of, I don't know,
less. In the course of my five months of surgery, I have met single women surgeons who are just freaking eccentric as all get out. I have met the childless female surgeon who adores her nieces instead. You know what? ALL OF THAT SCARES THE HELL OUT OF ME! I don't want to lose my love of surgery because of some crabby micromanaging jerk who supervises my training. I don't want to end up weird and alone. I don't want to have to lose my femininity to do this job. Am I making a huge mistake?
When I mentioned doing a fellowship in transplant surgery, one of my classmates said to me, "You must really hate yourself." WTF?
~Sara~
1:35 PM