neurological clinico-pathological conference
To say that this week has been nothing short of pure, unadulterated stress is not even cutting close to the actual thing. I'm just really thankful for having awesometastic groupmates whose structured minds are able to communicate with my randomness and supposed significant word vomits at 4 in the morning. Here's to a week of jaw-dropping lectures by that civil-engineer-turned-neurologist and that other neurologist with the fierceness (and body type) of Edna Mode. And then of course there was the Physiology Lab Finals one-on-one with the doctor who studied in France, who got me seriously thinking about wearing a beret and bringing croissants and french-pressed coffee to my time slot just because.
But like I said, nothing beats sleepless nights, reading hundreds of pages of neurological jargon, playing differential diagnostics a la House M.D. (as 1st year medical students - oh the irony, oui?) and coming up with THE THEORY - only to find out from the gods that be, that we were right on target of the diagnosis after all. It helps that I'm in a group with the top 2 students of the batch. So sue me.
To cut to the chase: this must be love. ♥ squeeeee!
But like I said, nothing beats sleepless nights, reading hundreds of pages of neurological jargon, playing differential diagnostics a la House M.D. (as 1st year medical students - oh the irony, oui?) and coming up with THE THEORY - only to find out from the gods that be, that we were right on target of the diagnosis after all. It helps that I'm in a group with the top 2 students of the batch. So sue me.
To cut to the chase: this must be love. ♥ squeeeee!