Choose life.
Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends.Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you've got heroin?
Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends.Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you've got heroin?
~Renton (Trainspotting)
So,
Chose med. What were the reasons again?
3 Comments:
you chose meds because when someone says "I have diarrheoa" before even thinking, the first thing that pops into mind/mouth is, "what colour is your stool?"
you could have said, "awww poor thing"
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or "that's not nice"
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but you say "what colour is your stool?"
so.
med chose you? ^^
*g*. Hmm.
Well, I would like to think of my initial response as a result of my clinical training, a learned diagnostic one drummed into my head through hours of consultant drone. The natural pre-med me, would probably have said "Eww gross, what did you eat wrong?"
What is really starting to get to me though is how BIG the study of medicine is. And how once you get into it, it encroaches into your time, your hobbies, your friends, and sometimes you even forget what it is that used to excite you. Because all we ever do is go into hospital, get told off for not knowing enough or not working hard enough, go for tutes, come home, eat and study.
I guess as a mother you'd completely emphatise as now a large part of your role is to care for little helpless Hannah. But I guess the rewards in that are evident some of the time... her smiles, anticipating her little habits and learning more about her character. Also, the fact that she is so entirely gorgeous helps :).
Choose a Big Fucking TV??? is there any other reason?
Oh besides the Fast cars, Nice food and hot sexy women! - oh wait thats a james bond movie.
Maybe you should be a spy?
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