Wednesday, October 08, 2008

No Shia for Sez

Message to all: it is now ok to roll down your sleeves. You will no longer be receiving slightly socially inappropriate requests to have you pulse taken.*

However, with an OSCE practice shaped void now in my life, I found myself filling my day with not as much sleep as previously expected, two visits to David Jones, an unhealthy level of enthusiasm for buying new bus tickets, a killing streak and 50 minutes worth of textbook perusal, leading to a now ridiculously sore left arm.

That, or I'm having an MI as thoughtfully pointed out by my parents.

Anyways, I have not much to say, and even less ability to say it, mostly because my left hand does 50% of the typing. Strangely, it is attached to my left arm which is seemingly on strike. This leaves righty to pick up the slack, and I can't afford the overtime. Plus he's getting cranky.

Why my right arm is apparently male now, I have no idea. Maybe today's lack of sleep is starting to kick in...

...a door.

Edit: I saw Sez today and it/ she was/ is rad.

*for the next six months.

Monday, October 06, 2008

David Tennant Bathers


Google image search is not without its charms. For both study and "other", it rarely fails to deliver. Glossitis? There. Caput medusae? Check. David Tennant in swimmers...I've yet to look, but willing to guess "present".

*10 highly Tardisised and Casanova filled minutes later...*

However with OSCEs looming in the very near horizon, one does get a good glimpse of how far detached from reality study can make you when you find yourself image searching "clubbing", leading to the 'led being thouroughly baffed. Ah well, you get what you get.

Clinical skills is a dangerous world. If you're not pounding out a jaunty percussion noted tune through your long suffering non-dominant hand's middle finger, or poking your parents and friends in the neck "just in case you have tracheal deviation" you emerge from your textbooks only to realize you haven't actually been outdoors in the last three days, and being away from people has made you start to chuckle at terms such as "biceps jerk."

..you know...jerk. They're annoying and make you spasm. Ha. Well...it's funny if you've had your anterior humour sensory pathway removed.

Oh well, at least the compulsive tea drinking has toned down over the holidays.

Anyways, on this shambled note (which i hope is resonant and not in the least bit dull), I'll wish everyone the best of luck for tomorrow and this term.

Oh yes, and for those wondering about the exciting and dynamic picture...Google image search the subject line of this post. I dare you.