There's only one thing that surpasses the 16th edition of Harrison's Principles of Internal Medicine.
The fully 'searchable' .pdf file with color pictures and the ability to magnify the tiny words that plague my hard copy of it.
But, I have to admit that I'm rather attached to my hard copy. The feeling that nothing in the world of medicine can baffle you so long as you hold the book in your hands and thumb the pages in your quest for knowledge is wonderful indeed (note: exaggeration; Limiting factor - my brain.)
Plus, plus, the fact that you can brain THAT fannoying person with the hard-cover-and-1300-page-combo is a bonus.
Unfortunately, it's far too lenghty to read this close to the exams.
Work, work, back too work.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Week 5/5 - I hate...
...HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE...
... being woken up from an afternoon nap.
Especially when afternoon naps are what keep me going through the night.
If I'm being crabby, there's a VERY good reason. YOU caused it.
So fuck off. Or go study. Or go jump into the river or something. I don't fucking care. I don't fucking care how stressed you are or how much you've revised or whatever. 'Coz right now, I'm pissed. Pissed that the slightest sound wakes me up from my slumber thanks to my heightened sympathetic nervous system responses, partly me, and partly the cortisol and adrenaline. If you make any sudden moves in my presence, don't be surprised if you find yourself waking up in a hospital bed 48 hours later with a folding chair attached to your skull and half your brain in a jar by your bed.
Feh. A week left to go.
... being woken up from an afternoon nap.
Especially when afternoon naps are what keep me going through the night.
If I'm being crabby, there's a VERY good reason. YOU caused it.
So fuck off. Or go study. Or go jump into the river or something. I don't fucking care. I don't fucking care how stressed you are or how much you've revised or whatever. 'Coz right now, I'm pissed. Pissed that the slightest sound wakes me up from my slumber thanks to my heightened sympathetic nervous system responses, partly me, and partly the cortisol and adrenaline. If you make any sudden moves in my presence, don't be surprised if you find yourself waking up in a hospital bed 48 hours later with a folding chair attached to your skull and half your brain in a jar by your bed.
Feh. A week left to go.
Monday, June 18, 2007
TaiChiMASTERS!!!
First of all, I would like to say that I practise Tai-Chi Chuan regularly. I hope fellow practitioners of the art don't find this offensive, because I think it's hilarious. Or maybe I just have bad taste. Well, it's MY blog after all. Enjoy!
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Week 3/5 - Fear
I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.
-Dune, the Bene Gesserit Littany against Fear.
To say that I'm not under any sort of stress would be, for the most part, untrue. Yet, I'm strangely relaxed. Right, enought chit-chat. Back to work.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.
-Dune, the Bene Gesserit Littany against Fear.
To say that I'm not under any sort of stress would be, for the most part, untrue. Yet, I'm strangely relaxed. Right, enought chit-chat. Back to work.
Sunday, June 03, 2007
Week 1/5 - Denial
It's unreal. I can't have been here for nearly a year. What's more unreal is that my 4th year finals are a mere 5 weeks away and I still have a shitload of work to complete, on top of revision.
What's even more unreal is that I still have time to blog when I should be reading up on thrombolysis and atrial fibrillation.
But not too worry. I still have 4 good weeks left. That's about the same amount of time I had when I started revising for my Semester 5 finals in IMU. There is one snag however.
This isn't Sem 5 in IMU.
Because I still have to go for ward rounds and tutorials in addition to my case reports as well as revision. But I'm sure it'll be ok. I still have 4 weeks left. Plenty of time.
*nervous laughter*
My subconscious knows the truth. Oh well, the truth has a week to sink in.
That's all for this time. May the Force be with me.
p.s. Milo tastes really weird with Tesco milk. Really really weird. I need the super sweet condensed-milk milo you get at mamak stalls.
What's even more unreal is that I still have time to blog when I should be reading up on thrombolysis and atrial fibrillation.
But not too worry. I still have 4 good weeks left. That's about the same amount of time I had when I started revising for my Semester 5 finals in IMU. There is one snag however.
This isn't Sem 5 in IMU.
Because I still have to go for ward rounds and tutorials in addition to my case reports as well as revision. But I'm sure it'll be ok. I still have 4 weeks left. Plenty of time.
*nervous laughter*
My subconscious knows the truth. Oh well, the truth has a week to sink in.
That's all for this time. May the Force be with me.
p.s. Milo tastes really weird with Tesco milk. Really really weird. I need the super sweet condensed-milk milo you get at mamak stalls.
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