Hello Blog, I’m back. But I’m sorry; this writing thing may be coming to an end because I’ve had the realisation that I want to be a doctor.
I have a weird little fascination with hospitals. I’ve spent a bit of time up there of late and now I know for certain, I want to be a doctor.
|I pity the fool who ends up with me as their doctor|
Fortunately I’ve only experienced hospitals first hand on a couple of occasions and most of those times took home a baby with me, so it’s been a pretty good run so far. On the occasions I’ve been to hospital as a visitor though, I am often found lurking the corridors and lingering in door-ways a little too long to find out what’s wrong with Mrs Smith in Bed 5.
This isn’t a new fascination; it’s something I’ve toyed with for years. I was actually accepted into a Nursing degree when I finished high school, but I deferred when I was offered a job too good to be refused – a dental assistant. Why they think children of 16 and 17 can make sensible decisions on their career continues to baffle me.
I know being a doctor would be hard. I watch Grey’s Anatomy. All that study, the long hours, those hot doctors, it’s going to be tough!
Reality can be a cruel bitch sometimes though and it seems for the time being I’m stuck in the role of Dr Mummy. I’m going to be back up the hospital next week with the kids though, I’ll be the lady with the Fisher Price stethoscope around her neck.
What do you want to be when you grow up?