This will come as a surprise to exactly no one who has an IQ greater than that of a cabbage, but medical school was grueling.

The amount of knowledge that we were expected to stuff into our brains was mind-boggling, and it has only grown in size since then. As I sat in lecture after lecture, listening to a professor drone on and on about the Krebs cycle or the microscopic structure of each layer of the intestinal wall, I wondered how I could possibly remember it all. And as I dissected my cadaver in gross anatomy, I felt suffocated by the sheer volume of nerves, arteries, veins, and every detailed part of each organ.

Despite the stress, somehow I managed to get through it. My colleagues and I sat and listened diligently; we studied, we reviewed, and we learned. We came with open minds to understand each system of the body and how they worked individually and with each other. We discovered how those systems can break down, leading to every pathology imaginable.