A Doctor?

I was just thinking that I could be anything in this life but a doctor.

I could be -and as matter of fact I've been- a lemonade maker/seller, waiter, server, barista, cook, burger flapper, cashier, sales manager, I also worked in human resources, was a project manager for a time, had my experience in the foreign service, I was a teacher and I even delivery pizzas among other things.

If the opportunity comes I could easily become a hitman, mailman, telemarketer, lawyer, judge, porn actor, realtor, broker, writer, administrative assistant, vice president, journalist, escort, clown, actor, data entry, astronomer, electrician, handy man, painter, male-maid, baby sitter, fisherman, pilot, boat captain, sailor, spy, ambassador, head of the EPA, congressman, warehouse manager, mechanic, soldier, translator, dish washer, carver, miner and so on.

I could work in an office with air conditioner, or out in the sun, in a gym, on a boat, on an airplane, in a submarine, in a corner office or a cubicle, work from my car or at home; I could also be a "stay home dad", or a retiree, or perhaps just become a homeless guy roaming the streets. I could live in the US or abroad; I can handle winter, summer and fall -spring, I hate it-, I could eat 5 times a day or just one; brush my teeth everyday or just forget about; use deodorant and colone or just forget about them, have sex every single day or become a monk -I could try really hard at least, won't promise anything; or maybe I could also become a (true?) believer and shout my love for God every day.

But one thing that I couldn't be is a doctor.

I could live like one, no problem about that. I'll make a pretty decent amount of money which entitles me to have a trophy wife, few brats, a mistress, few plasma TVs and a house on the lake. I would also prescribe myself some of those great pain killers and anti depressants that make the law of gravity disappear among other crazy effects; I will make my very hot patients undress -all the way-, and would check for bumps in the breasts and butts -the ugly ones just need to stick their tongue out and say ahhhhhhhhh.
"Goooood" I'll say, "you're not going to die. Get the fuck out of here and please tell your daughter to come in". he he he.

But beside living like one, it will be impossible for me to open up someone in order to fix him or her. The sole thought of all that blood and flesh and stuff right there on the operation table would make me faint.

Curiously enough, I think I could kill someone with my own hands -I think-, so is not that I'm afraid of blood. Maybe I'm just afraid to put someone to sleep and say that everything will be all right and then not being able to bring her back to life. I couldn't live with that; hell no.