Pathology’s done with and I hated it. But I love the fact that it’s over.
C0rmican’s the same as ever. Our bacteriology lecturer. He’s also the one who makes sure that the tap water’s good enough to drink. I think he’s in charge of clean water or something.
His bleeper would go off during lecture. “I just get someone to bleep me to make me seem important.”
He’d ask questions and the one under the spotlight must answer on the spot. Most would get them right. When someone commented that the answer given by another student was not wrong, “Yeah, I know. I’m just saying this to make him uncomfortable.”
“Only 1 student is allowed to follow me during ward rounds. I’d love to have a larger group since it’d make me look all important. But then, that’s the rule. Only 1 student.”
During a lecture on TB, “I’m infected with TB. Years ago, during those late nights at the lab and I accidentally poked a TB culture into my arm… but you needn’t run out of the lecture hall. Infected, doesn’t mean that I have the disease.”
Now why do I like his lectures?
Unrelated:
Abdominal distension… remember the 5 F’s? Could be feces, flatulence, fat, fetus or tumor (upside down F)
Is she pregnant?
Let’s take her history… Yeah, right.
Look, it’s this big. See here… from my stomach to the edge of the sink here.
And it’s not all soft like a beer belly either. She bumped against me and it was hard I tell you!
Well, that’s what happens after an exam is over. Useless gossiping.
I can’t sleep. Too much caffeine in the system. I tried making a smoothie which turned out bitter. And too much chocolate. Have attachments tomorrow but it feels like holidays.
