#airforcepilots

My bed smells like freshly laundered sheets because for the first time in like... a year... I've actually gone and cleaned my duvet sheets. Which is rather disgusting and also rather odd, given my anal retentive-ness about cleanliness. Anyhow, it's a nice feeling of my duvets plumped up because down feather duvets tend to get all the air squished out of them.

Today I had to go and talk to some post grad second year medical students about 'bridging the gap from health sci'. To be honest, I don't think that there's much of a gap because life experience and knowing the way you study is a clear advantage. Okay fine, my own background was pretty advantageous and the only two areas that I felt severely lacking compared to the health sci kids were public health (bloody HEAL192 haunts me even to this day) and genetics (which as I discovered come exams, did not assess me on the range of random shit that Dr. B taught in lectures). But if you simply keep on top of work and don't let yourself be swamped with the information that they're feeding you in class, then you won't be at any disadvantage, health sci or not. I didn't get to say much (or rather, I didn't want to say much because I didn't want to seem like a stuck up third year) and also, Dr. B (the cool one) commandeered the stage and basically gave a TED talk on how to not stress and die as a second year medical student. Honestly, I wish he was my GP.
The one awesome thing that came out of the session (apart from listening to Dr. B's TED talk about how he managed to juggle having kids while he AND his wife were in med school) was the fact that I got to talk to Dr. J, the babein' former-air-force-pilot-turned-anatomist-lecturer. Again I say, babe. Anyway, just as we were about to leave, Dr. J was saying something about how he was going to lecture us third years in renal this year when I decided to say "Oh, that reminds me. I have a small bone to pick with you." Dr. J quirks his eyebrows. "I painstakingly learnt all the branches off the aorta and I was disappointed that it did not appear in the OSPE."
Dr. J looks rather sheepish. "Well, ah, it would've come in helpful if you had sat specials."
"Ah..." I trail off. Dr. J gives us a nod of farewell and leaves.
I faint (mentally).

Then I came home and attempted to study for the wanky formative case SAQ test tomorrow. I probably overstudied the details which we're probably not going to be tested on. Grr.