taking small steps at a time

70% of first year medicine is routinary-- that of which spent in books, running your ass from home to school and back, looking up the mirror to check for bags (both the saddles and beans), saving what is left of your youth (if one just could...)
i have been trying to stop myself from thinking how i got myself into these. afterall, this is what i have been pushing thru ever since day 1 and bugging myself with such thoughts could just send me into confusion... confusion that is, and it is a persistent thought that i have to get thru before clicking the lights off for a 2-3 hour sleep.

but before i start to think about quitting, i forgot that the remaining 30% serves my purpose of staying-- handling a few cases, being able to diagnose, localization of lesion (which by far is what i really love) and yep, i was able to extract blood.

the latter may seem a tiny thing for a bunch-lots to learn in med school, but this will definitely be a start of bigger things. soon, i'll be able to cut a live person open.

*thought of grandeur starts to pop now uh oh*

p.s. sorry chrys for that vein damage. i'll do better next time =)