Blot Press
  • Fresh Blots
  • Me (Sort of)
  • Get My Book
  • Mail Me
  • Fresh Blots
  • Me (Sort of)
  • Get My Book
  • Mail Me

       Hullo. I'm Dani.

           I mostly write poetry and devour milk tea.
           The rest of the time, I'm slaving through medical school. 
           Also, I have a bunny. 

           Nothing shmancy.
More about me here

Dear Future Patient

22/6/2015

0 Comments

 
Picture
Apologies—this letter is rather presumptuous. To be honest, I’m not sure you’ll actually exist. We haven’t met yet. I have yet to earn my MD stripes.  At the moment, I’m still wrapping my head around the idea that I’m actually getting into medical school—still mustering up the courage to go through five? ten? more years of hard work. 

To be honest, I’m anxious. I’m about to embark on a training program that will allow me to hold a human heart in my hands, to deliver a living child into this earth, to transfer vital organs from one human being to another. I feel the responsibility weigh against my shoulders heavier than ten elephants. I haven’t done anything as important as this. I’m a very small person in a very big world. Future Patient, you might be concerned at this point. If I’m this much of a wreck, how am I supposed to be your physician?

Dear Future Patient, this is may come as a shock to you, but even doctors are human. I’m not entirely sure about everyone (who knows?) but I, certainly, am human. I have feelings. I have moods. I have perspectives. 

My humanity, however, will not keep me from becoming a better doctor. In fact, I’m hoping that my humanity will help you as much as my medical training will. I know how much parents can worry over their child (hi Dad and Mum!). I know how embarrassing those first few years of puberty can be. I know how frustrating a knee injury can be. I know how the little things can seem so big. I know how difficult it is to lose someone so suddenly. 

I know what it means to be human, and I am not inclined to forget. 

If anything, I promise to stay human (unless aliens abduct me or I, for some reason, require a mechatronic heart). 

I promise to see you as human. 

I only ask that when I do stand before you as your physician, that you’d see me the same way. 

0 Comments

    Projects

    All
    Cityscape
    God
    Poems
    Ramblings And Odd Thoughts
    Stories
    Team M.D.
    Truffles The Smol

    Archives

    April 2020
    February 2020
    January 2020
    July 2019
    May 2019
    March 2019
    January 2019
    December 2018
    September 2018
    August 2018
    November 2017
    October 2017
    July 2017
    June 2017
    April 2017
    March 2017
    January 2017
    December 2016
    April 2016
    March 2016
    February 2016
    January 2016
    December 2015
    October 2015
    September 2015
    August 2015
    July 2015
    June 2015
    April 2015
    March 2015
    February 2015
    January 2015
    December 2014
    November 2014
    October 2014
    September 2014
    August 2014
    July 2014
    June 2014
    May 2014
    April 2014
    March 2014
    February 2014
    January 2014

    RSS Feed

Powered by Create your own unique website with customizable templates.
Photos used under Creative Commons from timsnell, Waldo Jaquith, crosescribe, anokarina, ChrisTylerTO, Photographing Travis, !!!! scogle, Benson Kua, Javcon117*, Por mi tripa..., Eric Kilby, Cea., ilovememphis, Shannon Badiee, this lyre lark, ChrisL_AK, wwward0, Nick Harris1, Filter Collective, quinn.anya, A J Thackway, Joanne Goldby, kudumomo, Bev Goodwin, nic519, Sam Beebe, Ecotrust, wuestenigel, Markus Grossalber, Ben Sutherland, Andrew E. Larsen, sgordon1024, zappowbang, haru__q, idreamlikecrazy, Pai Shih, 416style, subactive_photo, Vivian Farinazzo, Andy Atzert, nmadhu2k3, toddwendy, Kristina_Servant, spinster cardigan, Khánh Hmoong, Karva Javi, CJS*64 "Man with a camera", Ida Myrvold, rafiq s, dvanzuijlekom, SPT Photographe, jcubic, paulhami, machfive, BastiTasti - ihm seine Fotos, eddy_, diekatrin, Vincent Albanese, the real Kam75, Lordcolus