#ravingaboutcoffee

it's taken me several years, but i finally comprehend the reason as to why my father loves his espresso maker. honestly, liquid gold drips forth from the machine. i think i may finally move on from mochas...

also, things are just so much better up here in the north. except i consider the deep south my home still - as much as i hate it sometimes. but the simplicity of the Edinburgh of the south somehow seems preferable to the hustle of life up here.

#homelife

ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY GIGS OF DATA. this is going to be flipping awesome. plus decent shower pressure. 

downside: i have a shitty mattress which doesn't seem very supportive for my back. and there is a massive daddy-long-legs sitting in the corner of my bed. i hope we come to a mutual understanding over the next four weeks. 

#med2isover

Gah, I can't believe that was one year of medicine done. This year rocketed by so quickly that I barely had time to pause for breath. It only feels like yesterday that I sat in Colquhoun for the first time during Med O-Week and had bitter thoughts going through my head because the people around me were all so damn young. I felt that my place back in 2009 had been robbed from me. But looking back now, I think I've accepted the fact that yes, my friends will now be doctors, while I will be only be a third year medical student. But I'm okay with that now.
I've made peace with the fact that I wasn't ready for medicine five years ago. Probably still not, but at least better equipped and able to learn from mistakes from my forebears coughnotleavingstudyuntilseptembercough. Bloody hell, this is beginning to sound like an HIC essay. I've come to love the friends I've made like a family and I have to say, being friends with them makes it totes okay to be four years behind.

One year down. Four more to go.

#barepassplsplspls

That was hands down, the most horrible exam I have ever sat in my entire life. I was certain for maybe half (if I'm lucky) of the questions. The other half I was just barely keeping it together because I just wanted to run out of the histology lab screaming blue murder. Ncjdndkdishfirnxufnrownturn 

#amused

Granted, we should all emerge from our degree being able to teach others. But a examiner with only one year's worth of experience? And one year's experience as an intern pharmacist? People aren't allowed to be preceptors unless they've had at least two years experience working as a pharmacist. And yes, third and fourth year pharmacy students don't really know their head from their arse, but still!!!

I am both bemused and amused. 

#it'sbeenagoodday

1. bullshitted my way through the cancer section of the exam. bullshit was correct.
2. being published. for realsies.
3. finished the day with a cider.

#FOURMOREDAYS

Can't believed i signed up for another four years of study. Oh no - it's meant to be lifelong learning. jfdklfkjlfd. Oddly though, as soon as i finish studying for these exams, surfing the internet will not be nearly as entertaining.

Also amusing thought: everyone is going to use the word 'fungating' to describe an adenocarcinoma of the colon if that pops up in our SAQ exam tomorrow. Just like how everyone said that a 'hostile uterus' was a totally legit reason for IVF back in fourth year - a term which bamboozled our ethics tutor because she had never heard of such a term before. Cheers, Meredith Grey. 

#feelinghopeful

So no callback email to resit my OSCE. Yusssss. Except i did get a minor panic attack when i saw the 'new message received' icon on my email inbox. Thanks medical school for notifying me that emails have already gone out. But i was probably satisfied with knowing that already from Moodle.

... except i maaaybe want to resit so i can make sure i actually own it this time around. Gah. Yesterday, i just wanted to pass. Today we want PDs all round, yespleaseandthankyou. Can't make up my bloody mind. 

Also, immense fun. A great majority of the SAQ exam today was pharmacology. See you little shits, stop belittling pharmacists; quote "What are pharmacists good for? They just stand around the whole day." unquote.

This would be my answer after today: Did you own the pharmacology part of the exam? Quivering in your little socks over what type of antihypertensive cilazapril is. Oh, gee. Kinda knew that from um... being a pharmacist. 

#twasthenightbeforeosce

and i am so glad that i have a patient E. who is ready and willing to answer every single stupid question i have. i need to make sure that i am living with him come fifth year exams. it is only second year exams and i am shitting my pants. i don't think i was even this scared for my pharmacy registration exam. difference being: i actually have to touch patients. fjkdfajkfdsakjldfajkldfasljkdaflkjdfaljk

#overit

i'm going over material for the umpteenth time. and at this point, i don't actually care enough to memorise the tiny weeny details because i'm so over it. the depressing thing is that i have to reread shit because it's a full year paper and so i will inevitably come across things at a later date that i will realise was the answer to some stupid question that i could not answer during an earlier exam moangripemoangrumblegripegripe

except even that is not enough motivation. i'm like oh heeeeeeey, i think i know everything. except i don't. BECAUSE THIS IS BLOODY MEDICINE AND YOU CAN'T BLOODY KNOW EVERYTHING.