when i grow up…

House is my hero. Well, maybe not quite. But when I become a doctor, I want to be just like House. I don’t care if that’s not what patients want. Well, maybe I don’t want to throw drugs at patients to eliminate possible diagnoses. But I do want to not have to apologize for being me. I’m just not good at being warm and fuzzy (my mother-in-law can very well attest to that) even though I’ve tried and tried. Does that mean that I won’t make a good doctor? Does it mean that I shouldn’t have even gotten into medical school? I sure hope not. But I’m tired of feeling inadequate because I’m a little lacking in the warm and fuzzy department. I’d like to think that I can still be a good doctor, that I’ll find my own way. And though House is extreme and so not real, he gives me hope that I’ll be okay after all.