Hang on! Before you rush and “gobble up” these words – first just take a look at what you are about to digest. It’s a healthy dose of medical life; not the usual, beaten up piece on the mid-life crisis. I know it’s not what you ordered, but trust me when I say this really is the chef’s special – so go ahead treat yourself to it.

First, let’s take a look at the various aspects of the med-life crisis – the crises of a medical student’s life. It is very simple. Where we say “body”, we mean “life”. Confused? Look at it this way: the study of the structure of the body – that a medical student studies – is now converted into the study of life – that the medical student goes through.

The first aspect is the structure. The structure is composed mostly of two parts (with exceptions): crash courses of all the work, or not getting out of bed at all. As we progress, the part about the bed is minimised till it’s almost non-existent, gradually being perceived solely as the natural habitat of a patient. As you can see, this is an unstable structure which breaks as easily as falling and is repaired just about enough to make it workable. Acquiring perfect balance in this category is a rare abnormality.

Now, let’s take a look at the makeup of this chaotic life. If you think that a stethoscope, a pen and a tiny notebook is all there is to this life, then let me correct you. There are a few add-ons: enough books to break your back and rip your backpack in the middle of your climb up the stairs, to instantly turn you into a laughing stock; and there’s a laptop to lug around through-out the day, without ever turning it on. Your only fashion accessory is – yes, you guessed it – glasses.

Among many other (side)effects of the med-life is the one on your handwriting. I’m sure you’ve heard of the myth – a very true “myth”, I must concede – that medical professionals have, let’s just say, a unique handwriting. For this disability we haven't thus far found any cure. Along with this, in your early years you contract book memory loss. This is when you are told to make a tonne of presentations or write a gazillion papers, and you remember all of it at the 11th hour. And when you remember, you have to find the supplies.... And when you finally complete all of this work after an all-nighter, you are made to wake up early in the morning to start working again.

Unfair much?