The Intern Blues has been lying around the house for months. My aunt gave it for ME to read. Who else could relate to it but the student doctor in the house? My refusal to even browse thru it stems from my denial of my professional path. The book, I assume, ends nicely. The protagonists probably overcame their frustrations and insecurities. After their year-long journey in the hospital, they probably came to realize in the end that all those grueling nights and days were well worth it. The nobility of the profession, after all, not only comes from the fact that a person's life is entrusted to a doctor's hands, but also from the herculean training one has to go through to make him worthy to be called a doctor.

So three days away from my own internship, I try to overcome my fear of aggravating my already emergent jitters by reading it. I finally muster some courage to pick up the book, learn from it, and once again face what looms ahead. I hope to come out of my internship, like the people in this true story, intact, and a competent doctor.