The road less travelled

The course I mentioned a while back is giving me some problems. It's been a while since I've really gone back to the back-breaking grind of cramming ( horrible post-traumatic flashbacks of med school ) and somehow it's much worse now - what with a full-time career, my responsibilities and an already dwindling social life to juggle. It would be tempting to turn my back on these impassable hurdles but...

a) I am a bastard who doesn't give up easily - and I'll be damned if I have a classmate doing better, dammit!
b) Until I get a better offer ( such as a househusband offer by some eminent suitor ) I am stuck on the path I've chosen!

Don't get me wrong. When I'm not griping bitterly about it, I admit I actually like what I do ( certainly turned out better than I'd imagined ) - and I've always wanted to better myself. Still, I've always wondered what would happen if I had taken the road less travelled.

Akin to the Chandler Bing Boring Job Syndrome, I always imagined myself doing something more creative.. more artistic... more exciting... more fast-paced. Do I actually look like a straight-laced, responsible physician? Guys who've known me since primary school would be astonished to hear that I've actually made it out as a physician. Certainly never occurred to any of them - and to me - that I'd dabble in something as heavy as medicine. Back in school, I had a penchant for art and I did the occasional sketch and painting. My exercise books were literally covered in little scribbles and caricatures of the various teachers.

When the choice finally came to me, I mailed an application to medical school ( based on my results ) and another to a design school. Seriously, it was a choice between dull stability and an uncertain future. Guess which one I finally accepted.

Perhaps some uncertainty would have been interesting.