OB Week

There’s an obvious value to being open-minded. But only up to a certain extent.

For example:

As much as I’d want to become a kick-ass, brilliant, doctor of the future someday, I know, with utmost certainty, that I will never, never, never, never, never, never become an OB-GYN. In the SWOT matrix of my life, OB-GYN is definitely on the W category.

Placenta previa, accreta, spontaneous abortion, induced abortion, hydroceps fetalis, hydatidiform mole… NUNINUNUNINUNU. BLAH. 

Not my favorite 2 weeks, I suppose.