The life of a medical student

Just lying on my bed after discussion thinking of how tomorrow will be. See, I'm embarking on the last lap of my journey as a medical student. Postings start tomorrow and I'm reluctantly eager....what an oxymoron. Well, I'm eager because I just can't wait to be a doctor, fulfill my dreams, help those in need blah blah blah. But I'm reluctant because any medical student will definitely tell you postings can be a pain in the *** sometimes.  Typical scenario:
Consultant: so, what is boehaave's syndrome?
1st student: sir I don't know
Consultant: 'eziokwu' ehn hen, next student
2nd student: sir, I can't really remember (me in my head, 'I bet he never knew')
Consultant: I don't believe this, and you all say you are in final year? Are you sure you will become doctor's in six months?  You know it's not about when you start your last programme but when you pass your papers. Well, if you don't know I won't tell you, look it up. Hmmm, final year. Biko,  keee the next patient.
Hmmm, another wash down, but at this stage, I guess we would be all used to it but the difference is, while 2 years ago I would have felt like entering the ground because I was embarrassed during the rounds because I didn't know a question, this time around I am challenged to go read that thing up and more because after the next six months I would no longer be dealing with mannequins or cadavers but with real humans with families hopes, so any mistake could mean changing others people's lives forever and most likely, negatively. I vow, I have to know what I'd be asked next time so I've got to read....but forget sha, e no too easy. Speaking of which...gat to go, tomorrow is conference. May come back with stories but hope it won't be like the above.
Ciao.

Sooo, I saw 'when love happens' yesterday,  by the way, it was a very beautiful movie and apart from leaving me smiling from ear to ear after leaving the cinema it had me wondering : does this really happen? Can things turn out to be that good in life after all? I have a very good relationship but sometimes I feel reading ' mills and boons ' when I was young has ruined me. My fiancé has really changed since I met him, he's more romantic, more caring, more everything but sometimes I wonder if I could have the whole fairy tale life, the perfect man who knows how to treat a woman like an angel and make everyone around her jealous. But then I look at myself in the mirror and I smile and say : since you want him to be the perfect man, where is your perfect figure 8? Are you also the ideal woman a guy would call his perfect woman? Hmmm, after thinking long and hard I just concluded, everybody wants that person who makes them feel like a million bucks, every woman wants to be a cinderella but the bitter truth is : life is. ........well, life is life. I really doubt if such things exist...my favourite, Anastasia in fifty shades of grey. I think they are merely a way people who have imperfect lives write out what they fantasise about and how they want their lives to be in the hope that someone out there may act it out and end up giving them that perfect life. So, I decided that instead of  killing myself about wanting a fairy tale life, instead of making my man unhappy by putting too much pressure on him, someone who has already morphed so so much to make me a happy woman by becoming a better person, I'd just enjoy what I have, improve myself, pray to God for his presence in our lives....and who knows, I may eventually end up with ' my ' own fairytale. Who has ever been in such a position? Care to share how you coped? Or do you believe the fairytale is really out there and you will experience it? Or, are you already living that fairytale? Share with us. Still working on my signature sign out.