Why become a doctor?
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Asclepius said ... "Want to be a doctor, my son? This aspiration is a generous soul, a hungry spirit of science. Would you like men you have as a God who relieves them drive away evil and terror? Have you thought through what has to be your life? You'll have to give up private life, while most people can complete homework, isolated from the importunate, your door will always be open to all, at any time of day or night will come to disturb your rest, your pleasures, your meditation, you will not have hours to devote to family, friendship or study, no longer be yours. The poor, used to suffer, but will not call you in an emergency, but the rich will be treated as a slave in charge to remedy its excesses. You will have to show interest in the most ordinary details of his life, deciding whether to eat beef or lamb, if they go to this or that way when they walk. You can not go to the theater, be away from the city, or be sick, you'll always be ready to go as soon as you call your master. Eras
severe in choosing your friends, looking for the society of men of talent, artists, sensitive souls, afterward, you can not discard to irksome to poor intelligence, the contemptible. The thief will have as much right to your assistance as an honest man: prolonged lives dire, and the secret of your profession will not allow you to prevent crimes of which you will witness.
have faith in your work to win you a reputation, keep in mind that you will be judged, not by your knowledge, but by the twist of fate, by cutting your coat, by the look of your home, the number of your servants, for the attention you devote to the talks and tastes of your clientele. The will have to be suspicious of you if you do not wear beards, others if you come from Asia, others believe in the gods, others, if you do not believe in them. I like simplicity: you will have to take the attitude of an augur. Are active, you know what it's worth the time: you will not have to express annoyance or impatience, will have to endure stories to boot the principle of time to explain a colic idle consult you for the simple pleasure of chatting. You will be the dumping ground for their troubles, their petty vanities. You have a passion for truth, and you can not say it. You'll have to hide some severity of his illness, and some to its insignificance, it bother them. You will have to keep secrets that have, seem to mock consent, ignorant, complicit. Although medicine is a dark science, whom the faithful efforts are shining through the centuries, no doubt you will be allowed to ever risk losing all credibility. If you do not claim to know the nature of the disease, which possess a magic bullet to cure the common people go to quacks who sell the lie that you need. Do not count on gratitude: when the sick healthy, healing is due to its robustness, if you die, you're the one who killed him. While you are in danger treats you like a god, I beg, I promise, I praise fills, no good is in convalescence already clogged, and when it comes to pay for the care you've lavished, are angry and you denigrate. I pity you if you feel desire for beauty, you'll see the most ugly and disgusting that exist in the human species, all your senses will be abused. You will have to stick your ear against the breasts dirty sweat, breathing the smell of miserable huts, perfumes uploaded tired of courtesans, palpate tumors, heal wounds green pus, fix your eyes and your nose in the filth, stick your finger in many sites. How often, a beautiful day, sunny and perfumed, or to leave the theater, a piece of Sophocles, will call for a man who molested by abdominal pain, put before your a basin nauseating eyes, telling satisfied: "Because I have been careful not to throw." Remember, then, seems to be that you are very interested in dejection.
to the same beauty of women, human comfort, for you will fade. You'll see the morning disheveled, haggard, devoid of its beautiful colors and forgetting about the furniture part of its attractions. Cease to be God to become afflicted with misery poor creatures graceless. Feel more compassion for them than wishful thinking. Your life will pass like the shadow of death, between the pain of the bodies and souls, including duels and hypocrisy that calculated at the bedside of the dying: the human race is a Prometheus torn by vultures. You'll be alone in your grief, alone in your studies, only half of human selfishness. Not even find support among physicians who are deaf war interest or pride. Only
ease the conscience of evil can hold you in your toil. Think while you're on time, but, indifferent to the fortune, the pleasures of youth, if knowing that you'll only between human beasts, have a fairly stoic soul to satisfy the mission accomplished with no illusions, if you judge it paid with that of a mother, with a smiling face because it does not suffer or peace of a dying man who was hidden the arrival of his death: if you yearn to know, penetrate all the tragedy of their fate, then yes ... Become a doctor, my son. "
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