Epilepsy: A Short Story

The flurried winds tossed my awake face in the crepuscular night scene, escorted by a touch from a hand I barely forgot its sense, its urvan! “Too early to wake up, isn’t it?! “ She said. That was my debut on the theatre. I was gripped by an arena of calmness forged by the spectators. The actors waited to say my next sentence in the play; however, I was robbed from that vibe by another realm with only a girl sitting in the first row. She was jerking in an unprecedented recoil for me. I moved some few centimeters derailing into her place to observe a woman besides her injecting the girl with a syringe. She was looking at me with innocent eyes and a smudged make-up. Genuinely, I got into the thrill of it after grasping it might be a mastery of

That drew me to pose questions concerning the intricate interplay among cells and the intrinsic meaning of the metabolic activities in the body. Epilepsy wasn’t the only trigger for me to envisage my medical career; moreover, the brain anatomy and physiology obsessed me: How can that mocking world work that precisely and accurately?! I tried as much as I can to foster my dreams and bolster my holy grail as a doctor. I had the opportunity to monitor doctors whilst their diagnosing, and assist them sometimes, under the permission of the patient. This helped me the most to get familiar with the intimate medical examinations and be able to weave full-throated bonds with patients as enacted by GMC .Objectively, the diagnosis of some medical cases intrigued me such as: Myotonia, Parkinson’s and Huntington’s diseases. Surfing patients with them cherished my aspirations to read more about brain disorders, and grasp why WHO pays an incommensurable attention for those illnesses. I had the privilege to obtain a role, albeit a fringing role, in some operations. One of them was a two-hour tumor removing conducted in El-Sallab

It happened to me to cope with some autistic lads. That required me to perceive it from a psychological way rather than a mental one. That’s why I perceive medicine as an interdisciplinary branch of science. Far to be declined is the training sessions I had with some doctors and GPs in their own clinical centers. Those out-class experiences and hands-on tasks endowed me the skills I actively need to reach a profession in medicine and other related biological elites. Away from my compulsory studies, I am a staunch BMJ reader: to extend my knowledge, and unleash my potentials for that demanding career. Immensely, surfing medical websites – like AMA- instills me with ethic affairs concerning medicine opposing non-ethical deeds - like Euthanasia- especially when it comes to chemotherapy or radiology. Being a pianist didn’t corner me from my lovely field. I was playing the piano while a new singer in the choir was creating his strumming cadences. After the rehearsal, I was gripped by an obsession. He was a stutterer. Then, I realized that it is impossible to stutter while you are singing in accordance with a synaptic