Last time I posted, I was a medical student. Stressed but happy. Looking forward to four years in the future when I would finally become a doctor.
Well, here we are four years later. A lot has happened. I’m not a doctor. I left the course at the end of my first year. Or rather, I was removed. The medical school weren’t willing to support me and my disability. Yes, I know, it was what I had been working towards my whole life. Literally, the sacrifices I made to get to that point only to have my dreams thrown to the wayside. Yes, it’s all very sad. And maybe one day I’ll even go into detail on what happened. But this’ll have to do for now.
In any case, here we are four years later. I’ve learned a lot. A lot about life. Myself. Who I am as a person. I‘ve also discovered a love of archery. As it would happen, I’ll be starting medical school in August 2020 as it turns out there’s a medical school who are happy to support me and my disability and believes I have what it takes to succeed.
I say all that to say that I’m no longer the wannabegottabedoctor. No, I’m more interesting than the person I was before. Medicine is still a huge part of my life but it’s not everything. It’s not the be all and end all.
So this blog is now called Arrows and Ailments.