The process of thought is that which is common in homo sapiens and other species of the animal kingdom. However, it does seem that human beings think a lot, and a lot of emphasis is put to training a person to think. I guess with thinking comes the freedom to choose, otherwise we would all be robots.

Enough of blabbering. I was in school today, and a conversation with a classmate made me realise that many of my classmates continue to hold to the dream of becoming a doctor. I think it’s good to have a dream. It’s better than me, who bumped around after JC because I didn’t really know what to do with my life. I think practicing medicine is noble, with a huge potential to help many people. I did consider applying for graduate school of medicine, but I’m not so sure if I’ll excel in it. To study it so that I can better help patients with Biomechanics problem? I would gladly do it. However, I would readily admit that I prefer something more specific to the area of orthopedics. But medicine would really fulfill my dream of helping people in a practical and direct way.

I guess reading a PhD would also enable me to carry out research on cutting edge technologies, to improve the living standards of mankind. Perhaps the implications of any research findings are more indirect; they need a long time to be verified, tested, approved, before they can be rolled out onto the market. Perhaps it is also a distaste with medicine, tools, equipments and tools – old, inanimate objects. They may help a person recover faster, or cure an illness or restore normal bodily functions, but they lack the warmth and touch of a person. Somehow, these are the things that help a patient recover better and faster, because such psychological factors have a positive effect on the body. It has been proven that chickens grow much more in the presence of touch, so it speaks a lot.

All these thinking after I dissected a lamb hindlimbs, which made me wonder if I’m turning into a vet? Interestingly, I could tolerate the stench. The smell on my hand was a little more troublesome, but thankfully, the queen of food exists.