Think Out Loud

I'm reading a couple of blogs about med school from people connected to me through mutual friends (yes, like that in Facebook). And no, just because I coincidentally read about med school and accidentally saw last weekend my best friend who is currently taking med school are not signs for me to even think about venturing into the medical jungle.

I. AM. NOT. GOING. TO. MEDICAL. SCHOOL.

Okay, let's backtrack a little so you'll understand where I'm coming from. Last year, I became a radio scriptwriter for my boss' radio health segment program. Since I have a background on radio broadcasting (which includes writing towering amount of scripts, doing time-consuming research and interviews, editing the audio records, AND doing all that in less than a week), the job was refreshing. Even though I hated radio when I was in college, at least I'm doing something I was trained to do. I considered this as something positive - a sign that my career is heading to a good direction.


So even though I'm surrounded with young and -ehem- more experienced doctors, I still do research the 21st century style - Google and medical books. At first, I thought it was time-consuming to do those nosebleed research when I have doctors all around me who know these medical stuff like the back of their hands. But no, they still want me to do the research, do the script, and give it to them to edit. So until now, that's what I'm doing.

The doctors at work are telling me I'm almost like taking med school. Some people even encouraged me to pursue one. Well, I admit that at one point I disillusioned myself venturing into med school, but no, I finally decided I wouldn't. Not only is med school expensive and challenging (emotionally, mentally an physically), plus add to the fact that I flunk at math and science (they are my least favorite subjects) - if I take med school, I might be tarnished. I might forget the language of the common people and the jargons might override my mind. I'm content with studying my research, consulting the doctors for more explanations, and flying out the message in the air the medical stuff people (especially those living in far-flung areas of the country) need to know.

I'm just not sure if God is content with me doing just that or make me pursue something that is beyond my wildest dreams.

We'll see. Or better yet, I'll see.

Once again, I'm back to my monthly scriptwriting and I'm like this:


The conceptualization of topics for every episode of the week is very mind boggling. Especially because it's a medical segment and I'm not a medical expert. Not even technical. I have already used almost all of the easy subjects so I'm stuck deciphering the hard ones. And what makes it even more harder is that I don't have all the reference materials I need. Who knows if all these internet sources are reliable?

I honestly think I'm this close to going crazy.
 

Last Friday, my boss was interviewed in Sa Totoo Lang, a radio program of the 700 Club. It is being aired at Inquirer's DZIQ every weekday at 1PM. My boss asked me to accompany her on her live interview and I did.

When I entered the savvy looking studio (which screamed "professionalism"), I oddly felt right at home. It was like a fog has been lifted. It has been sometime since I have last been in a radio station, and it was at that moment that something clicked in my head gears. An electricity jolted in my system at a realization.

I belong here.

For the past few months, I've been studying and contemplating the "job" where I would fit in. So far, being in the print media is not really giving me that sense of satisfaction, although I have yet to see again because of some assignments I had recently. For me, the past few months was like having an identity crisis, but this time a "career" crisis. I didn't know what I really want to do. I don't know where I would fit in. But that quick trip to the radio station somewhat cleared my confusion. But then, I don't know. Maybe I just missed working on radio and I just felt that kind of excitement like when you see a longtime friend you haven't seen in years. But it certainly pushed my excitement a notch. For a while, I felt useful. It even took some effort to restrain myself from talking into the microphone. I certainly missed the excitement of live radio shows. That certain hushed tension is always something that you could only associate with live radio shows and nothing else.

I'm excited for my boss' next guesting on the 18th. I wonder if the excitement would be even greater than the last.