That’s what one of us said when starting this final block of our third year. Everyone laughed–because we’ve lost our will to study. Continue reading
Our eyes met across the med school lobby, the sunshine pouring in all around. Though we’d never met, it felt as if we’d known each other since the halcyon days of biochem. He turned his shoulders toward mine. I stared back. To the thud-thud-thud of my heart, he approached.
Drink up! They say. What color’s your pee? They ask. Why care? Students wonder.
We’ve 99 problems, and hydration shouldn’t be one of them. All this polite and well-intentioned advice seems watered down, trivial as exams approach. As we countdown to Christmas break, some minds are left asking–
Why water to keep the brain finals fighting fit?
Tired of bacilli and virions not sticking?
Can’t get enough of diarrhea-inducing prokaryotes?
I’ve a few charts which might pic up the happiness of your studies! We can skip down micro memory lane. Hold hands. Thrive. Continue reading
Mom’s forgotten birthday.
The internet shop-a-thon.
A failed exam.
Why do future docs and even real docs unravel at the seams? Continue reading
Many in this world are learning to live together. My medically-minded friends and I are living to learn together.
Not that we’ve anything against figuring out how to end wars between countries or siblings or political parties, but our future careers kinda depend on our brains. And our brains rely upon each others’ (see fortune above). Continue reading
Watch out where you treat! Take care where you trick! For around the corner lurks the most insidious and insipid monster of all hallow’s eves–the wallows. Continue reading