One Dream – Two Doctors
I still don’t know what was in my brain, who put this idea of being a doctor, but I’m thankful it happened.
First I decided to be a doctor; then my aunt brought some surgical instruments and syringes from her hospital. At seven years old, I started to give shots with my father’s cologne diluted with water to my plush tiger, which originally was yellow with a white belly. In a year, my parents couldn’t understand why the tiger’s white fur had become green. The cologne was green.
This transformed my tiger’s life forever.
My parents used to work from seven in the morning until five at night. Why I didn’t like it, I cannot imagine. I liked it when they were home, but I knew I didn’t want a similar regime for my future.
I had wanted to worry, think, get mad from anxiety, cry and enjoy all twenty-four hours a day since the fifth grade. Maybe because I was influenced by books written by famous doctors – only such life seemed interesting and deserved a struggle. During my school years only the specialty had changed. Finally, I decided to become a pediatrician instead of a neurosurgeon.
Interesting that my niece started to study medicine this year. A long time ago, surprisingly for me, she said that she wanted to be a doctor, a pediatrician. But she neither played doctor nor visited me at work, so I don’t understand what influenced her. Certainly, not money in Russia. Maybe my own happiness from my job was contagious.
Irina
