Childhood dreams...

When I was around five years old I made up my mind that I wanted to be a doctor. It started out with wanting to be a surgeon, then made its way all the way up till being a counselor. I realized I wasn't right for the surgical arena when I passed out three times at the sight of a little cut on my finger. Why a doctor? I have always wanted to help people, and I view medicine as an incredibly fascinating study. I used to go to the library and check out all the child books on medicine and biology and even before I could read everything they said I would stare at the pictures. By the time I was 8 I had worked really hard to memorize all the bones and muscles of the body. Of course by now, not much of that remains in my head. Still...I can't fight the interest in medical procedures and the process of coming to a diagnosis of a patient. I get easily caught up in the medical shows on TV...not only because of all the drama involved. Recently I began working in the medical records department at a doctors office. I figure if I can't be the doctor at least I can observe them and learn as much as I can about the workings of the medical field. Plus...I get to wear scrubs. :)