Finals, at last, are done. And my brain is mush. I haven’t taken back-to-back-to-back-to-back tests since high school, and the tests then weren’t nearly so hard. Anyway, I’m ready to start thinking about anything non-medical for a while.
That’s why I was so upset when I heard that Terry Pratchett was recently diagnosed with early onset [...]
The other morning I hiked over to Café Borrone, a local über-hip coffee shop that plays just the right mix of bubbling jazz and forlorn new-age-ish instrumentals. It was about 8am when I got there and 6pm when I left. During that stretch, I stood up four times: once to go to the bathroom and [...]
Read More…and it’s just barely Tuesday at that. For whatever reason, the chip in my brain that decides when I go into commando study mode went off today. So now, in my head, beautiful Latin and Greek anatomy names–corona radiata, christa terminalis, ductus arteriousus which becomes the ligumentum arteriosum, cumulous oophorous–are smashing against the molecular cacographic [...]
Read MoreTis the season…for finals. Sucks. From now until the 13th, I’ll be trying to absorb as much of this sea of medical knowledge through which I’m floating. Deadweek (no classes, all cramming) officially begins today. And the recent release of Todd’s art has made it all that much harder to focus on matters medical. I [...]
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