Why sutures? and why wanderlust?

Hello everyone. This is my blog 'sutures and wanderlust'.
I will begin by stating that these two words signify my greatest and deepest love.

Sutures are surgical threads. Here, they are a symbol of surgery. I fell in love with surgery,
This is me!
the day I stepped into the operation room. More on that later. By now you can tell I'm a doctor. I'm not. I'm just under construction to become a doctor. Yes, I'm a medical student. One thing I'd like you to know about my love for surgery is that I never thought I would love it. Throughout my first year in med school, I expressed my dislike for surgery. I had never seen a surgery until then. And once I was there, in the OR, I realized nothing appealed to me more. Even when everything was not perfect, I just couldn't hate the field because of those awful incidents or people. Strong love, I guess.
 
As for wanderlust, I believe it was always there, just unrecognized. The idea of travel never appealed to me, but then I hadn't traveled much either. And to add to that, I was afraid to travel by airplanes.Consequently, every time I had to go home I traveled by bus or train sometimes for 24hrs in one stretch. I really liked it though. And eventually I overcame my fear of planes as well. I liked exploring new places, new cultures. It has been a source of great bliss.
chilling with Jack Sparrow

What I have gathered is that I can't just dislike something based on what I might imagine it to be. If I had, I would never have discovered what has meaning to me in life and what doesn't.



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