Experiences of a West Indian Medical Student

I will first clear the air and make it known that I opted to take a gap year after completing CAPE and before starting Med School, a decision I haven't regretted to this day. This year has been filled beyond capacity with wholesome love and growth. I have been consistently challenged and pushed to be greater. The skill set I have gained makes me even more prepared to handle the challenges of university, more so those specific to Med School. Research skills,  writing techniques  and critical thinking were all demanded each day, staples I've learnt to apply to every situation. Source: Pixabay Having said that I must say that I am at a place that is a bit hard to explain. One in which you find yourself anxious to move on to the next chapter while also conflictingly nostalgic. In hindsight I think generally speaking I can say that  this year went by relatively quickly. However these last two months seem to be dragging its feet. As much as I enjoyed m...

Source: Pixabay I was exposed to the medical field at a young age and ever since then I have been fascinated with all that it has to offer. At the tender age of seven I had a heart murmur, a mild turbulence heard in the blood flow across the heart valve. This involved routine checkups at the family doctor where a series of peripheral instruments would be placed on my chest and each vibration was mapped onto what seemed to be a device resembling a lie detector. Each lub and dub was precisely drawn with the stroke of the pointer. The murmur was harmless and eventually faded away but the curiosity it peaked was far from gone.  However, it was at the age of 12 I recall making the conscious decision that I wanted to become a doctor. It was at this age I, along with my younger brother, got the dengue virus. With this virus the platelets of the patient is at risk and needs to be monitored. This required daily blood tests to be done. I recall sitting for lengthy periods day afte...