Yes, med school is hard and I didn't believe anyone when they warned me either. I sat back and said ok, sure thing (while in my head thinking, "everyone said this to me for college too and that was a breeze.") Well, as it turns out, everyone was right and it is insanely difficult. It is a weird sort of difficult. The information doesn't go over your head, but there is so much information, and memorizing it takes all of the gigabytes in your brain. I forget dates, numbers, and things I used to easily remember before simply because I think I ran out of room.
I just finished my first trimester of my first year (M1T1) and was taking SPOM (gross anatomy, histology, development, radiology all in one), PCS (primary care skills), and OPP (osteopathic principles and practice). If you took the time to count, it was 6 classes. That is INSANE, considering some med schools only do gross anatomy their first trimester. I passed though, by the skin of my teeth, and I am so tired.
Aside from being a scientist, student doctor, business owner, graphic designer, daughter, girlfriend, and doggy mommy, I am a princess. I buy purses and sunglasses, I go to Disney World 3 times a year, and I would wear a tiara if given the chance. (I did enter a pageant once, but no crown *sad face*) I do these things because they make me happy, and sometimes maintaining sanity is the only way to survive med school.
I'm glad you stumbled upon my blogger. Here is where I will be brutally honest. Here is where you will hear me complain and moan. Here is where you will get to see what life is like for a med student who never really had to work hard for good grades before.
It was a big change. Essentially, without sounding like a brat, my life was fairly easy and I got everything I wanted. I don't mean that in the "daddy I want a Bentley" way, but more in the "I have never wanted for anything" way. I used to go to the mall a lot, out to dinner, wear cute clothes and do my hair and makeup perfectly. Well now I don't have time for malls or dinners, my cute clothes would be ruined with the stench of cadaver lab, and I don't wake up early enough for makeup perfection anymore.
Somedays, I hate my life. I know people are far worse off than I am. I am healthy, I am not hungry, I have a beautiful roof over my head, but for the most part I am unhappy. Sometimes I wonder why I even do this to myself, and you will too if you go this route, but in my heart I know this is where I belong. Sometimes I just lose sight in the mess of papers and books and lecture videos and body parts. I hope here is where I can find myself.