"The practice of medicine is an art, not a trade; a calling, not a business; a calling in which your heart will be exercised equally with your head. Often the best part of your work will have nothing to do with potions and powders, but with the exercise of an influence of the strong upon the weak, of the righteous upon the wicked, of the wise upon the foolish.” - Sir William Osler
Sunday, December 7, 2008
it's that time again.
The tests begin tomorrow, and they will conclude on the 17th - none down, four to go. This will have been the longest I've ever been away from home. I want nothing more than to brush aside all the pictures of deformities, profiles of bacteria and the mountains of drug information so that I may swiftly and resoundingly trounce my little brothers in a Halo deathmatch.
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I'm so tired of school. Wouldn't it be nice to go sit on the beach, read a book and have some Caribbean juice until we get to go home. People think it's all fun and games down here at a Caribbean Medical school, but really there are no games. There is some fun, just not right now.
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