The peculiar smell of disinfectant was
very familiar. It impelled me to
spontaneous reminiscences that enlivened my
mental clime,
citing me to jittery memories of my
childhood dread of being here. And with the little
I could recollect coupled with the tales my mom
usually
tells of my adamant obstinacy those times;
I abhorred the prickle of a needle on my
precious skin, always protesting although to a
downright
futility. Even to this day, the odour of
drugs always irked me to worrisome nauseation
and the sensation of tablets passing down my
oesophagus
aggravated the resentment. Isn’t it therefore
rather surprising and somewhat ironical that the
then
“hospito-phobic” fellow now trains to become
a practising professional who would prickle
the skins of others with needles and
make prescriptions to a drug-swallowing effect?
.
It was a beautiful Monday morning and the
bright cast of the sun rays promised nothing short
of a
fulfilling day. Well, it already was a fulfilling
day for me and the rest of my colleagues for we
have waited patiently, like the proverbial patient
Dog,toiling very hard to make it to this level in
the thorny path of medical training after
the tumultuous storms of pre-clinicals. The joy of
scaling through the hurdles of our 1st
professional examination eclipsed all
other possible life worries to...... ...click link to continue
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