Let your character define your medicine, not the other way around. You’ll become a robot if all you attend to is the journals and learning every new fact and staying late and missing soccer. That’s the challenge and that’s the art.
Me-oh-me-oh-my. The latest exam results have me scratching my head, wondering whatever happened over the past two months. 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
That’s nothing. Doesn’t hurt. Never mind. Physicians and future docs play the silent game, denying any ailment and ignoring another symptom, which if found in others, would produce a prompt reply–Go see someone! Get that fixed! Continue reading
Conversations born in front of urinals lend to awkward hilarity. While I don’t partake, neither do I ignore the occasional bathroom story. But only the kind teeming with wisdom and medicine.
A scenario this Saturday, not an exception, made the cut. 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
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
Made the loveliest quiche with my loveliest friend, Jazzy, from study abroad time in France. We didn’t wait one second, couldn’t help our appetites, just dove right into the subject of working women within five minutes of her coming over. Continue reading