725,000 PSI and 2,200°F–the stuff it takes to make diamonds. Like some hyperbaric chamber under a blazing summer sun, med school has me squished. And I’m starting to sweat not glimmer. Continue reading
Here tests, there classes. Everywhere thoughts, nowhere patients.
Does anyone feel the strain of being wonderfully alive and woefully human? Continue reading
Sunday, 26 Jan 2014
We arrived this evening. My sister had an interview at some University, so I asked if my sister and I could stay with my dear friend, Hopeful. To my delight, she readily and graciously agreed.
I ended up back in the hospital over vacation*** Continue reading
In accordance with the rules of balance set forth in my other posts, blogging shall henceforth cease and desist. Long library hours to follow these next 10 days before finals. Continue reading
Dear Pre-Med Me,
If I could go back in time and space and find you freshmen year of undergrad, I might share a few hopeful things, spare some hurtful things. Continue reading
Everything is about to get dicey and feisty–some argue medical students don’t have fun, but maybe the loudest attend medical school. Maybe the crankiest never played Apples to Apples. A group of friends and I played last night, lots of fun.
Let’s play a round and get pumped about pre-clinical life. Continue reading