School Days?

I have played with the idea of going back to school off and on for years now. Medical School even.
What keeps me from going? The lack of credit hours they they will let me skip, assuming life will have taught a me a little something- maybe even 90% of what I might read in Psyche 101 I have figured out from marriage and motherhood.
They won't let me clep out of English or composition, which is where I get the overwhelming urge to find a school admin and from across a crowded quad call them out as an Asshole, a prick and a torture artist.
Honestly- the last time I went to my doctor, I found myself wondering- You went to school for 8 years for that? I could have told you that- thanks for nothing, shithead... Damn I could be a doctor.
Given my recent experience in the ER, I am now, more than ever convinced that most professions of the medical field are complete puckey... excepting things like surgery; the fairly complex tactile types of human biology science should be performed by well educated professionals- but honestly... I told the doctor in the ER my daughter did not have strep. I was given that "Poor, woman, doesn't know any better" look, as she sent me out the door with a bottle of penicillin I didn't need. I was right by the way... see, I could be a doctor.
Other than the 4 years of "general studies" standing directly in my path from here to medical school- there is also the fact that I really don't like people very much. My favorite doctor? My hero? Dr. Michael Baden.... The forensic pathologist.
I would love to do something like that.... or the ER, so I didn't have to get to know the patients too much. In, Out, Have a nice day.
Of course, I did have to consider how sexy it would be for my darling husband- being married to someone who comes home from cutting up corpses all day- bet that smells nice. And OH the dinner conversations we could have stemming from "How was you day today, honey?"
So, I continue to mull it over- I may end up back in college yet. Then again... maybe I could get a degree from some mail order truck driving school... Then there is the dream of opening the bar...