#needtokeeprunning

Is that the beginnings of a thigh gap I see?!

Highlights in today's lectures:

1. Public health lecture on heart health
Lecturer: You - do you know what BMI is?
S: Erm... yes?
Lecturer: What's your BMI?
S: Uh, normal?
Lecturer: What value do you think it is?
S: Um, 23? Yeah, 23.
Lecturer: Stand up.
S. stands up.
Lecturer: Yes, you look like you have a BMI of 23. You are desirable.
Entire lecture theatre lols.

2. Microbiology lecture on respiratory tract infections
Dr. B: Bacteria are like tanks. They have a lot of mechanisms that help them to breach host defences, like overt guns and armour. But viruses are different. They're more like... communists. I'm told they're more stealthy.

Also, T W E L V E more days!

#iheartarrow

That man off Arrow is babein'. Kinda sucks making a pact with my flatmate that we are to only going watch episodes at dinner time. See, ever since X-Factor has finished, we're sadly lacking in Sunday evening entertainment, so we decided to start a new show that we both haven't watched. We were only supposed to watch it once a week, except Arrow is so good that we're going to have to watch an episode a day. Also, it is mighty tempting to simply stream all episodes in my own room because the entirety of season one is available online.

Also, I feel okay for devouring Peking duck and pancakes yesterday because it was a productive session at the gym: 10km run, followed by a 6.5km bike ride. And no one was hogging the thigh flasher machine a.k.a. the thigh adductor machine. Ughhhhh I'm turning into one of those people that I hate. Gross.

On another note: T H I R T E E N more days :)

#commencecountdown

F O U R T E E N!

#goingtoaceanatomy

Moment of pride: trying to figure out where the right and left pulmonary veins were on a chest x-ray and holding the book up so I could figure out which side was right and which side was left. Unfortunately, Dr. P was behind me and snickered as I said quite triumphantly that the right pulmonary vein was indeed on the right hand side and the left was on the left hand side.

#needcarbs

Today Dr. B made the best call in a lecture today.
Dr. B "When you're anaemic, your haemoglobin doesn't notice that it's suddenly lost a few friends... unless it goes on Facebook and finds that its friend list has diminished greatly."

Someone nominate this man for a teaching award because he actually makes physiology interesting, not to mention, understandable!

#warriorgene

Today in our bioethics lecture, we were talking about the 'warrior gene' - a gene that affects the level of monoamine oxidase (MAO) and as a result, increases levels of serotonin and dopamine due to decreased breakdown. Apparently, this confers aggressiveness to carriers of the 'warrior gene' and this is more prevalent in some ethnic groups, which apparently correlates to increased rates of crime by these said ethnic groups.

Anyway... 

The lecturer asked us what the negative implications of finding such a gene were. And the answers ranged from stereotypes, to gene-environment interaction. Midway through this discussion, the bodybuilder in our class (aptly nicknamed 'the Hulk' by the class), puts his hand up and says "Who says that there has to be a negative to having the warrior gene?"

The entire class lols.

Also, PHCY315 for the win. One less lecture to write up. 

#benny:(

Just a conspiracy theory: Jackie has an amazing voice, no doubt. But her story on X Factor was the stuff of movies: amazing audition and makes it through to Boot Camp. Oh noes! She gets kicked out. Sad cry. But wait! She gets a call from Daniel Bedingfield who tells her that she's back in... and then nek minute, she wins X Factor.
I am not disparaging Jackie's talent - she totally deserves to win, but I swear, the producers played around with her journey on X Factor... because this stuff like I said, is the stuff of movies.

Also in other news, my two new pairs of spectacles arrived and I look like a secretary with one and a fob in the other.

#matchmaker

I resound smugness. Mission: accomplished. 

Also, yesterday M. and I went to St Clair for a caramel latte because Starfish does the best ones in town. M. parked her car along the waterfront and then when we finished our coffees, we wandered back to her car. I was about to open the car door when I looked inside and realised that there was a lady sitting in the front seat. 

And then realised that it wasn't her car. Because her car was several spaces down. 

#perfecthousewife

M. and I found a recipe on Pinterest for Red Velvet Cheesecake brownie and as it is with Pinterest things often, it is hard to get the end product that Pinterest pins often entice you with.

Nailed it. 

We were a bit skeptical as we put the mixture into the oven, but it was delicious. All 1 and 1/3 cup of sugar worth of sweet goodness. 

And in an attempt to avoid starting cardiovascular study, I have managed to clean the bathroom, tidy the lounge and pulled down the shower curtain to bleach overnight.

Also, made my uterus go for a run. Who's the master now, bitch? I may have to take some paracetamol though.

Might go do some study now finally...

Oh wait. Laundry's just finished. 

#thattimeofthemonth

... and out goes all determination for dieting and exercising.
I WILL WIN THIS BATTLE. My uterus is not going to stop me going for a run.


Also, the more I learn about my nasal cavities, the worse I feel about being an obligate mouth breather. I feel that the air I'm breathing is less clean and humidified. And I also think I have some sort of obstructive lung disease because I breathe with pursed lips. I think.
Oh, yes. Medical Student Syndrome. I was waiting for you.

#bitterbitch

The awkward moment when your engagement photo shoot looks like your wedding photos.


Also, on the note of weddings and such: n.b. signing the register song: I Choose You - Sara Bareilles. Ah, for fuck's sake. I just want to have a legit reason to plan my wedding already.

#internalmonologueiscalledsoforareason

Made an absolute ass of myself today in lectures. I should learn to not vocalise my thoughts and be simply satisfied with eyeball rolling. Anyway, here is the situation:

Dr. F puts up a clinical scenario on powerpoint, where a woman gets stung by a wasp and within a few hours, gets a massively swollen arm as a result. Clearly an allergic situation because he had just spent the last half an hour talking about allergies and the different types of hypersensitivities that exist.
Dr. F: What treatment would you recommend?
Someone in the front row: Voltaren?
Dr. F: Uh. No - I suppose you'd want pain relief. But it wouldn't help with this because it is an allergic reaction.
Someone else in the far corner of the room: Aspirin?
Me (audibly enough when it was supposed to be a mutter): Seriously?

This is EXACTLY why you stupid second years must learn your pharmacology. Until you can school a pharmacist on their pharmacology and recommend appropriate treatment - don't you dare call us useless.

#byeeeMoorhouse:(

Dramas aside, whyyyy?!!!!! WHY?!

#airthedirtylaundry

Can one no longer have thoughts any more? Apparently not. Ugh. Over it. 
#fuckthisshit #who'stherealvictim 

#youngpeoplethesedays

So I was talking to M., and she has since notified me (via her sister) that the upstart second years refer to the part of the lecture theatre that the post-grads sit in as 'Jurassic Park'. Also that they think pharmacists do nothing but stand around all day.

I am going to ENJOY wasting them all in pharmacology. It is WAR, you little shits.

#pickingmynose

In today's anatomy lecture regarding the nasal passages, I suddenly had the most profound urge to put my finger up my nose and to have a poke around.
Anyway, midway through the lecture, the lecturer shows the class a schematic which shows the floor of the nasal cavities as viewed from above. It was a little phallic looking and it didn't help that Dr. P kept on going on about the 'hard palate'. So naturally, there was a bit of a snicker around the class which could be heard throughout the duration which this slide was shown. Also Dr. P's voice sort of broke halfway through - as if he realised that yes, the second year medical class was that immature and as a result, started to race through the rest of the content on this particular slide.

Also, win for traffic wardens: paid only one hour and my appointment ran twenty minutes late. No parking ticket!

#musicalcredinquestion

Flatmate plays the same song for the umpteenth time.
G: Stop playing that song, or I will end up killing you.

Later on in the evening, flatmate plays the song in hopes that she can sneak it past me.
G: Oh, who sings this? One Republic eh? I quite like it.
Flatmate: ... it's the same song as before...


p.s. is this NOT the best haiku ever? Found it and laughed so hard.

A haiku about getting out of bed in the morning/in general:

no no no no no

no no no no no no no

no no no no no

#icanbake

Today H. and I made ciabatta - first time and it was awesome! Except I am really full now and wishing that I hadn't quite stuffed myself full. What I find quite funny is that I want relate everything to medicine. For example, last night our pharmacy staff went out to dinner and our boss kindly paid for our entree AND main. So obviously, we crammed our faces and I wanted to say that I felt as stuffed as a foam cell. I had to physically stop myself because a) no one at the dinner table would get it and b) whipping out med terms at the dinner table is just sad.

#facebooki'mnotafob

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Fuck off, facebook.

#iheartthecardiolecturer

This is a conversation I had today with one of my friends in class:
Me: Don't you think Dr. J is hot? That suit-shirt-pant combo. And his glasses!
S: Eh, like an 8? Would you do an 8? (note that S is my guy mate and I treat him like my gay best friend. Also imagine tentative skepticism in his voice).
Me: I would totes do an 8.

Lecture begins.

Dr. J: So today's lecture is on one of the topics that I truly love and involves a large part of what I do apart from teaching. Research is really one of things that I enjoy and so this lecture is just going to be a bit of what I've been doing. Research and teaching is actually my second job. Most of you probably don't know this, but I used to be an air force pilot.
Me and S simultaneously: He just went up to a 9.

#goodbyefeminism

Two days back into semester two and all I want to do is go back to Christchurch and be a housewife. I would happily squeeze a midget hairy asian baby out of downstairs and spend my time cooking and cleaning.

I am fucking serious.
p.s. since when did titles become a compulsory thing? my ocd has kicked in and i dislike how this post has a title and everything else since like... ages ago does not. blogger, do not make me go back and title every other entry.