Thought of the Moment: Why I Could Never Be a Doctor
When I was growing up, I recall more than one person telling me that I should be a doctor. But although I liked the thought of helping others, I never was fond of the idea. I’m not really sure why. It wasn’t because medical stuff grossed me out, because I’ve always had a pretty strong stomach. And it wasn’t because I wouldn’t make enough money, because doctors make plenty. Maybe it was the thought of going to school for so many years, I dunno.
But yesterday at my follow-up appointment I realized another reason why I shouldn’t bother looking at medical job listings. I asked my doctor about some bumps I’d been getting around my underarms, and he told me that basically they were caused by excessive sweating. And then he rattled off a whole list of things I could do to help prevent it from happening in the future. By the time I left, I had forgotten pretty much all of it except to quit using antibacterial soap.
There’s no way I could keep all that information stored in my head for one condition, never mind all of the ones that a doctor deals with on a day-to-day basis! As a matter of fact, I’m thinking about taking notes on future doctor visits so I can just remember the stuff that applies to me.
I mean, I know that every doctor has to go and look something up from time to time. But I’d probably have to look everything up all the time. And by the time I did that, I wouldn’t be able to see enough patients per day to turn a profit. Not that it matters, because like I said, I just don’t think I’m doctor material anyway. I’ll stick to writing.
