M203 Diary

Saturday, November 26, 2005

Pika.. Pika.. Shi-Ze-Ru! *Zap* *Zap*

Uh, sorry. Studying for Health Issues (HI) has a tendency to turn you incoherent. Much like the notorious yellow Pokemon with the limited vocabulary, widely recognized to be a seizure-provoking factor. Frankly, I’m not convinced HI is as friendly as it sounds having been through the exam and all. With all due respect+ to the brilliant lecturers involved, I’m of the opinion that it’s a waste of time and space. Why, if you look in the study guide, you’ll see words such as “hazardous” and “disaster”, an apt description of the in-course assessment and the system itself. There were also words like “sexual” and “doctor-patient relationship”, but my colleagues will be my brothers, after all, and I’m not one to tell on my siblings. So any further elaboration into that matter is just… unethical.

Anyway, to compound matters, the studying I’ve been doing for the EoS is really burning me out. I’m doing like 10-hour study shifts now, which is more than I’ve ever done ever. Heck, I don’t even sleep that long. That’s why I’ve not been blogging for what seems to have been forever already. That’s why I’m here, online, to break my routine. In doing so, I’ve learned that Pikachu can cause epilepsy (Curious? Click the title!). The world surprises you everyday.

And that’s how the world should be. Something challenges you, any time of day, and you look forward to the next. Something changes you, any day of time, and you look around to see what. Or who. Or how. The intricacies of life are everywhere, existing solely to fascinate us. Yet for all the brilliance this world has to offer, there is a place where the beauty of Nature has overlooked. Like an experimentally regulated environment, it seems isolated, mechanical, restricted, and burdened by expectation.

Ye Olde Alma Mater, so old it don’t even look like this no more..

Time seems to slow within its walls. It’s like it draws energy away from you, so that there’s nothing else that you can do except study. Which, incidentally, is something that we’re supposed to do anyway, so no biggie. Until you realize you’ve been doing it for days on end, and that you have days left to go with no end in sight. The monotony of it all just tears at you. Little itty bitty pieces of sensation and emotion, until all that remains is a mindless automaton. More specifically, one that can take a history and do a physical examination, whilst pretending to give a crap about its patient.

I firmly believe that the life we live is the price we pay, not so much for a lack of vision than it is due to a lack of insight. We knew what we were going to be going through, or so we said. Or so we thought. In truth, nothing could’ve prepared us for the discipline of medicine than discipline itself; you’d fit in nicely if you

a) Previously served in the military
b) Respond well to commands e.g. “sit!” “fetch!” “good doggie!”
c) Like pain

There’s nothing to it that involves having an obscenely immense IQ. In fact, if you were smart, you wouldn’t even think about doing medicine at all, unless you consider enslavement a career option. Then they tell you stuff like “Thou shalt not slave for cash”. Bummer.

The bottom line is, it’s all about hard work. The line below that is about holding on to your sanity.

+I read somewhere that saying “with all due respect” before you say just about anything, however nasty, grants you the license to do so. I’m beginning to think its true.


Friday, November 11, 2005

M203 Blogger

Based on Elena's design:

I made a modified version: .