"To be or not to be a Doctor?" That is the question

Lately, I'm beginning to sense that my life is so boring and that I am loosing any purpose of living-if I have one. This is sooo not the kind of life that I want for me, clearly not what I signed up for. I feel that I was tricked into believing that medical school is the kind of life that I would choose for myself for the next four or so years.

Well, I do want to be a doctor or maybe its just the idea of being a doctor, a well respected and highly profitable profession, that have enticed me to board the ship without hesitation. But lately, I realized that maybe, just maybe, it's not the life I want after all... Medical school could be so demanding and it sucks the life out of you. It deletes the F(un) in life. You wont even have time time to meet your friends, no time for gallivanting or fooling around anymore, it can even affect your sex life. Even your weekends would be consumed with too much studying, reading, or worrying for your quizzes and lessons the previous week and even for week next. You will never have time for everything, even for life's simple pleassures like sleeping and even daydreaming.

I'm not saying that I regret entering medical school, it's just that I am not really sure if it is the kind of life I would want for myself. People say that it's just normal and that everyone who enters this profession will come to a point wherein he will be thinking this way. It's just normal, they say. My teachers, classmates, friends, and even my family have not fail to tell me that. Not once, not twice, but as many times as there are stars on a clear night sky. Sometime it helps, but sometime it gets annoying and I am so tempted to shout to their faces "SHUT-THE-F*CK-UP!!!". For once, people need to shut their mouths and just listen as you rant. Didn't anyone tell them that?

I know that medical school would not be easy but never have I thought that it would be this hard. For one thing, you have tons of advance, catch up, and follow up readings to do and it all needs to be cramped up in a mere 24hours that a day has and I'm not talking about 10 or 20 pages but close to a hundred pages per subject per day, and this is not just a normal kind of reading, but super major intense reading (superlatives deliberately emphasized). One chapter do not only require one reading but two or even three readings and that would still not be enough. I think never have i studied this much in my life time and if I am this studious when I was still in college, i think i would have graduated with honors.

For another, you will have tons of information to familiarize and memorize. From the parts of a part of the cell to it's purpose and mechanism of action, and the list goes on. You will also have to deal with different kind of doctors and their mood swings.

You will also have to deal with your friends who has nothing else to say but complain why you don't have time for them anymore, good thing Im not committed at the moment or else that will add up to another pressure that I am so not willing to deal with.

So, with all this in my plate, I need to find a way to destress myself that's why I resort to blogging. They say that writing about your worries will ease the pressure and I sure hope it does, before I end up in the nut house.

So, should I quit? Or should I continue this suffering? What do you think?