A long time ago, I decided I would never be an obstetrician. It started after spending time in the obs & gynae ward at Joondalup Hospital and realizing I am hopeless with babies and new mothers. You know how you're supposed to coo and tell the mother what a beautiful baby they have and the rest of it? I just look at the baby and think, "Hurr, you came out of a vagina," or something similarly stupid. I am completely tactless. I am useless with babies. I lack the interpersonal skills to deal with new or prospective mothers.
The awkwarness was palpable.
Gynae, I could do. In fact, I wanted to be a gynae for a while back at the start of uni because I had this vision of myself in Africa, helping victims of female genital mutilation. Or working with sexual assault victims or something (I was probably watching too much SVU at this point in time).
I am (not) looking forward to this week's anatomy lab on the male reproductive system and I am even more (not) looking forward to next week's anatomy lab on the female reproductive system. Especially after Big Michelle's boyfriend told me he had to place his FINGER in a female cadaver's VAGOO.
That is real anatomy speak.
J
About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
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