Apart from my "about me" page, I should probably fill you in a little about me. My "friends", or in more proper terms, colleagues, call me Beau, some BoBax. I'm a fourth year medical student on my way into the big world with an MD. I'm currently top of my class and most envied student. I work every day before and after my classes at a local hospital as an Emergency Room Technician. I make shit money for all the work and effort I put in, but the learning is worth the work; soon, I'll be the MD in the emergency room.
I'm a drop out business major. I quit business school when I was in undergrad; I learned
the value of medicine after my younger brother became ill. I dropped out of business in 2002, where I took up all the biology and science classes my college could offer. In order to graduate pre-medicine, I had to spend two summers full of courses to graduate with "my" pre-med class. I miss my childhood, where life was easy. I sit in a slummy apartment and wish I had the luxuries that I had as a child. I refuse to ask for help, I'm so self-centered in my sin of pride that I refuse to ask my family for money or help (that’s where my $200,000 + of debt from school comes in). I was born into a not-so-wealthy family; both of my parents are respected lawyers in our community.
Why do I have a blog? Well, that’s a good question. I have so many emergency room stories that I want to share... but I can't…there isn’t someone who I’d like share my stories with, so I chose you. Well... there are people, but I choose not share my stories with them. I'm what people would call a "player". But, I resent that. I have a problem with attachment; I never want to be too close. I can't stay with the same person for longer than week. Their consistent phone calls are too much for me to handle. Nevertheless, as time continues... you'll see what I mean.
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2 comments:
question. How did you grow up not wealthy, but have both parents be respected lawyers?
I lived in a small town, where my parents were liked and not seen as ass holes who wanted to steal your money. Cases in a small town are basically little lawsuits against other members of the town. Basically, the money they made ran their business, it paid for the building and the paralegal... if they were lucky, themselves. It's sad.
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