24 April 2019
To me at the time, the idea of being a doctor screamed dull, boring and above all gross. Every time it was mentioned, I'd mimic either vomiting, snoring or even an eye roll as I became a teenager
I always resisted Medicine as a career choice from an early age. I remember my Nana, a nurse, telling me after I told her I wanted to be a pop star or actress – ‘Faye, what about something sensible? Would you not rather be a doctor?'
However, as time passed, I was slowly drawn in. A family doctor who could make me giggle from the pits of my belly showed me that being a doctor didn't mean you lost all your sense of self and became a straight-faced clinical robot. As I dissected sheep's lungs in secondary school, the initial nausea was quickly vanquished by fascination and intrigue. The more I learnt, the more I wanted to know and I came to the realisation that there was far too much to learn to ever get bored.
I began to succumb and humour the idea, albeit through a critical lens. I found myself reading every article about junior doctor contracts and the phenomenal strains on the NHS in a desperate bid to turn myself off the idea. Yet all I gained was an understanding of how fascinating and prudent embarking on a career in Medicine would be.
My decision to study Medicine was cemented. I came to realise that the profession transcends present difficulties, as the principles of a passion for science and (a painfully clichéd) desire to help people to the best of your ability will always endure.