When I Grow Up

Like most kids of my generation, I wanted to be a doctor when I grew up [That was before I wanted to be an astronaut-until I realized that we didn't have any space program, so goodbye to that dream!]. When I hit my teens and all that career talk started, the thought of spending another six or so years of studying after high school didn't sound too exciting. And so, I got myself another dream.

Fast forward to last week: Our high school classmate E, who's a doctor somewhere in the United States, had come to town. Of course, it wasn't long until my best girlfriend Dr. A texted everyone for a potluck dinner at her home.

So there was E, who didn't look as big as I remembered him. When we were growing up, E was always with D, and they made quite an intimidating pair. They were both tall and big and so obviously smart. Plus, their last names rhymed; we ended up calling them Esqui and Desqui. One would always be with another.

D also happens to be a doctor, by the way. I think he's a cardiovascular surgeon. He is married to S, who is an Ob-Gyne, who is also good friends with Dr. A, who is an anesthesiologist. Dr. A is married to M, who is an ENT specialist. M, another one of our high school classmates, is also a doctor. I think she's some kind of therapist for the bones.

Yes, they were all at the dinner table. And I thought, if ever something happened to me that very instant, I'd be in good hands. There was someone who would care for my heart, my bones, my ears, nose, and throat, and my reproductive organs. More importantly, someone was there to make sure that I was sleeping soundly while they do their thing. Oh yes, I just remembered, I think we also have a classmate who operated on the brains. But he wasn't there that night. Oh well, maybe next time :)




Esqui, the guest of honor





Desqui and his wife S





Esqui and R, who thankfully is not a doctor. He's into marketing.





Dr. A and her husband M





J and T





Dr. M, the bone doctor, and me, who wanted to be a doctor once-upon-a-time