Maybe I should have been a doctor after all…
I’m not a doctor. Which is sort of surprising, as everyone in my family is a doctor, and being brought up in a medical home, the world looks kind of… doctory.
But, as a career-choosing teenager, I didn’t “do” blood, and I didn’t “do” vomit, so I thought I’d hole up for a few years, read a few books, drink a few coffees….
Maybe I should have done Medicine. There would surely have been some advantages. I’d know a good few obscure words for use in Scrabble, if nothing else.
It’s only now, with nine years of motherhood behind me, I can see that blood and vomit happen, I can deal with it, and it shouldn’t have been a career-breaker.
Not that I regret it. It’s just a thought. Life could have gone another way. If I had had to clean up vomit before the age of thirty-and-a-half, I might have taken Biology and Physics instead of History and RE…. ho hum…
What a dull year that might have turned out to be 😉