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So... I finally woke up, at about a quarter to twelve. Ridiculously, I have to get up at seven thirty tomorrow. And I have no idea why I slept so late - I went to bed at about a quarter to eleven, equally ridiculously.
I had a lot of strange dreams that I can't remember... and I think my mother came in at some point and put all my blankets back on my bed, as she does every night, more or less, but I'm not too sure. The phone might have rung in the early morning - is Pedar on call? I can't remember - and it's all mixed up with my crazy dreams.
I never have simple dreams. They always tend to be on an epic scale. I can dream whole worlds and forget them all by morning.
I think I'd rather be awake. And I don't know what to do with myself now.
There's a book on the bench this morning - it's called, "Why am I a doctor?"
It must be the answer to my mother's prayers. One of the pharmaceutical companies that are always sending us teapots sent out a questionnaire to 35,000 British doctors, asking them this question - why are you a doctor?
I couldn't resist asking my own parents this question. Pedar said wistfully, "If I were clever, I wouldn't have been a doctor."
I glossed over the fact he's the cleverest person I know, and said, "What would you have been?"
"I would taught English Literature. Or else I'd have been a nuclear physicist."
I don't think he was kidding.
Anyway. I don't know where Pedar got this book and why, but I suspect his response to the question is in it somewhere - so many of them are labelled "Anon."
My mother wanted me to read the book as a last-ditch attempt to change my mind. Upon being asked the question, she said, "Because I was the clever one," and refused to explain further.
I tried reading it with an open mind, and I hope I succeeded, because it is a very good book. Of course, there is a whole page devoted to people who said, "I wanted to make a difference," and variations thereof.
One person said, "Because my Dad said a vet is no job for a girl!"
Another was, "I fell in love with my GP aged five."
A surprising number of people were boring - "I was good at biology," and an equally surprising number of people had read Marie Curie's biography at a tender age.
One doctor from down south wrote in with three words - "I blame Hawkeye."
And another oddball - "Because I failed the Marks and Spencer exam... but I'm considering retaking it.
I could be a doctor very easily. But I won't be, I know.
I had a lot of strange dreams that I can't remember... and I think my mother came in at some point and put all my blankets back on my bed, as she does every night, more or less, but I'm not too sure. The phone might have rung in the early morning - is Pedar on call? I can't remember - and it's all mixed up with my crazy dreams.
I never have simple dreams. They always tend to be on an epic scale. I can dream whole worlds and forget them all by morning.
I think I'd rather be awake. And I don't know what to do with myself now.
There's a book on the bench this morning - it's called, "Why am I a doctor?"
It must be the answer to my mother's prayers. One of the pharmaceutical companies that are always sending us teapots sent out a questionnaire to 35,000 British doctors, asking them this question - why are you a doctor?
I couldn't resist asking my own parents this question. Pedar said wistfully, "If I were clever, I wouldn't have been a doctor."
I glossed over the fact he's the cleverest person I know, and said, "What would you have been?"
"I would taught English Literature. Or else I'd have been a nuclear physicist."
I don't think he was kidding.
Anyway. I don't know where Pedar got this book and why, but I suspect his response to the question is in it somewhere - so many of them are labelled "Anon."
My mother wanted me to read the book as a last-ditch attempt to change my mind. Upon being asked the question, she said, "Because I was the clever one," and refused to explain further.
I tried reading it with an open mind, and I hope I succeeded, because it is a very good book. Of course, there is a whole page devoted to people who said, "I wanted to make a difference," and variations thereof.
One person said, "Because my Dad said a vet is no job for a girl!"
Another was, "I fell in love with my GP aged five."
A surprising number of people were boring - "I was good at biology," and an equally surprising number of people had read Marie Curie's biography at a tender age.
One doctor from down south wrote in with three words - "I blame Hawkeye."
And another oddball - "Because I failed the Marks and Spencer exam... but I'm considering retaking it.
I could be a doctor very easily. But I won't be, I know.
