Dreams

Just had an early dinner with an old friend of mine that I knew back in school. It has been some time since I've spoken to him in real life since he has been away in a God-forsaken jungle outpost island studying medicine.

One of my peers, Shaman Sam abandoned a fledgling yuppie career in a pharmaceutical giant to pursue a vocation in medicine. It seems that while I was playing with tow trucks and paper planes, Shaman Sam had entertained thoughts of wielding a stethoscope and ordering young women to strip for a physical examination - although I would assume that his intentions in that direction has more altruistic purposes nowadays :)

Still he never really let go of his childhood dreams and as always, such stubborn singlemindedness always commands respect from me. I wouldn't say that I had dreams of becoming a doctor, seriously never even thought of such a thing. Sure, I always though that doctors looked cool in their white coats - and medical drama, ER certainly looked fascinating with all that blood, gore and excitement. But I never imagined joining them. I imagined ekeing out a living as a struggling writer/artist in a miserable garret on the Left Bank. I thought of selling books and antique curios in a small store in town.



Seriously never imagined that I would be doing what I did last night, performing chest compressions on a road traffic accident patient while drenched in blood. :) Of course unlike Goran Visnjic, I was wearing an apron and a mask - and I sure as hell didn't look that good covered in bodily fluids.