|Ok so that is a radial nerve injury. When was the last time I showered?|
Ever wanted to know what medical school looks like? Well here at Asystole I am willing to show the ugly truth. It involves a lot of sitting. At a desk. And reading/memorizing/cramming/blogging/gnashing of teeth/flash card writing/ and questioning your decision/capabilities/intelligence/motivation for medicine.
|I've been wearing these pants for so many days I'm surprised they haven't|
created their own blood supply from me.
It also involves choosing outfits that are a combination of comfort and warmth, borrowing clean clothes from your boyfriend and not buttoning them up properly. Medicine makes you commit the biggest fashion faux pas of all (yes something worse than scrubs)--socks with flip-flops. When it gets down to the wire, one also goes around with self-made flash cards in hand so that the boyfriend can 'quiz' you while you make dinner. And by 'quiz' I mean 'fail to read your handwriting, comprehend your shorthand, or pronounce 'natriuretic' properly'. Proof that three of my loves cannot be combined: medicine, Tobie, and cooking.
You will get up before the sun and go to bed after it. And most of the time there will not be a paycheck or excessive alcohol consumption involved (the two main reasons I'd be up early or in bed late when I was in my early twenties).
The garbage closest to you for the month approaching finals will look like that. Note *one* item from Canada's food guide. Seriously, I was so aghast when I saw this I had to take a photo. I have been a pseudo-health-freak for many many years and this image is but one more plot on the 'demise of healthy living' that is medicine.
And that is just the beginning.