So it has been decided now, I'll be going to India in May, for my first experience as a doctor-to-be in a "low-income country".
I'm looking forward to it. This, more than anything I've done so far as a medstudent will, supposedly, be about why I chose to go where I am. I guess we don't always think of why we end up where we do, or how our decisions come about, but at times like now, when I'm considering the upcoming spring, this feels important, and my reasons make themselves known.

To save lives. To make a difference. To be of aid to those for whom there are no places to turn to when in need of help, and who, in many cases, seem destined to die when they could have been treated.
I like these thoughts. They, and the prospect of getting out on the proverbial road again, I think, keep my spirits up during a presently chilly semester of physiology.

That is you, Sir Lancelot, isn't it? When I stray, you find ways to remind me of why I started. When I ignore you, you forgive me, and when I need you, you are always there.
Thank you.

So. In attempts to avoid the ongoing physiology, I slack around, call travel agencies, book flights, grow my hair long, and watch this.