"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
Monday, February 2, 2009
You know...whatever...
I have been immersed in the pathology of hearts and lungs. Pharmacology has grown more esoteric, and isn't nearly as pleasant as it was - more esoteric and somehow more pertinent; these are the drugs people actually use. EKGs actually are really interesting. Microbiology is in full swing - I love the names: Bordetella sounds like "bordello". I have decided that Seven Pounds is one of my favorite movies of all times, and that, in order to become a film critic, you have to have failed miserably at something very meaningful in life (because they're all stupid and wrong). I have rediscovered the music of Yasunori Mitsuda, and am eagerly awaiting amazon's or iTunes' uploading of Roberto Cacciapaglia's Mp3s. This is all just as well, because I also have not only my first big test of the semester in a week, but I'm also going to the hospital tomorrow to practice some of what I've learned I'll have to do a serious write-up, while studying for the test. I've decided not to be a head-TA - I don't want to do all of the administrative work. I am, however, already elbow-deep in showing new kids the wonders of the branches of the external carotid artery. And the band played on.
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