Jo is a neuroscience graduate, charity worker, sailor, haphazard cook and (mature) medical student. Oh, and she has a fear of needles. Having never seriously entertained the idea of being a doctor, except once age seven when her teacher asked her what she wanted to be, Jo worked her way through a series of less and less appealing career choices before realising that medical school was inevitable. She still isn’t 100 per cent sure it’s the right choice, but when is one actually sure about anything?
She is studying on a four-year graduate-entry medicine course in the UK,
where her questions are mainly “when people say I’m brave, do they actually mean stupid?”, and “how can one city have so many different kinds of concrete?”.