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Nerve, artery, vein?
Argue for 30 minutes
Just fascia - DAMMIT
Argue for 30 minutes
Just fascia - DAMMIT
Wonderful.
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When I read this thread
I once again realize
I shoulda chose law school
I once again realize
I shoulda chose law school
Originally at:
http://forums.studentdoctor.net/showthread.php?t=469111&page=2
When you are showering, I am studying.
When you are pouring your cornflakes, I am studying.
When you are sitting in a red light, I am studying.
When you are thinking about how hot the professor is, I am studying.
When you talk about how much doctors make, I am studying.
When you are sleeping in saturday morning with a hangover, I am studying.
When you are working out, I am studying.
When you are reading naughty magazines, I am studying.
When you are sitting outside the testing room waiting, I am studying.
When your mind wanders while sitting in the library supposed to be studying, I am studying.
When you are spending a four-day weekend in Vegas after a week of tough exams, I am studying.
When you are studying, I am studying harder.
I am every medical student's nightmare, that guy who is always studying.
[This "poem" was inspired by someone I see every day, 7 days a week even Friday and Saturday night, sitting in the same spot studying. His eternal presense a glaring reminder that he is probably going to make #1 in our class rank and seeing him there ALWAYS annoys me to no end. Although I hate him with all my heart, he does motivate me to study harder 🙂.]
http://forums.studentdoctor.net/showthread.php?t=469111&page=2
When you are showering, I am studying.
When you are pouring your cornflakes, I am studying.
When you are sitting in a red light, I am studying.
When you are thinking about how hot the professor is, I am studying.
When you talk about how much doctors make, I am studying.
When you are sleeping in saturday morning with a hangover, I am studying.
When you are working out, I am studying.
When you are reading naughty magazines, I am studying.
When you are sitting outside the testing room waiting, I am studying.
When your mind wanders while sitting in the library supposed to be studying, I am studying.
When you are spending a four-day weekend in Vegas after a week of tough exams, I am studying.
When you are studying, I am studying harder.
I am every medical student's nightmare, that guy who is always studying.
[This "poem" was inspired by someone I see every day, 7 days a week even Friday and Saturday night, sitting in the same spot studying. His eternal presense a glaring reminder that he is probably going to make #1 in our class rank and seeing him there ALWAYS annoys me to no end. Although I hate him with all my heart, he does motivate me to study harder 🙂.]
Timeline for med school
Have you ever wondered this
think of the haiku
Have you ever wondered this
think of the haiku
The Anatomy Lesson
As I float over your body, I think:
no lover can know you as intimately
as I. Plunging my scalpel into
the tomb of lifelong secrets your body
offers, I fumble and flinchawkwardly
making my incisionhalf waiting to hear you
yell and yelp. I beg for forgiveness.
Low and lower, I analyze connections.
Expecting to find his spirit within?
Sailing across the Ocean, I listen.
Silent as a textbook, his oration takes hours.
Opening him is no small task;
nor is the privilege.
As I float over your body, I think:
no lover can know you as intimately
as I. Plunging my scalpel into
the tomb of lifelong secrets your body
offers, I fumble and flinchawkwardly
making my incisionhalf waiting to hear you
yell and yelp. I beg for forgiveness.
Low and lower, I analyze connections.
Expecting to find his spirit within?
Sailing across the Ocean, I listen.
Silent as a textbook, his oration takes hours.
Opening him is no small task;
nor is the privilege.
I almost peed my pants laughing. That's my lab group, right there.
Pharmacology
I should be studying you
But I like TV
I should be studying you
But I like TV
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Doctors write awkward poems
We sat through a painful session with
A doctor who thought that he was the next poet laureate but actually made us all really
Uncomfortable.
Ugh. That was a terrible experience. Choppy sentences and disgusting sentiments do not poetry make.
We sat through a painful session with
A doctor who thought that he was the next poet laureate but actually made us all really
Uncomfortable.
Ugh. That was a terrible experience. Choppy sentences and disgusting sentiments do not poetry make.
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Not a hai ku
what was I thinking
how much longer 'til I'm through
please god kill me now
one more PBL
or teambased suckfest and I'll
paint the walls with brains
med school is so fun
I am so glad I came here
I hope I don't fail
how much longer 'til I'm through
please god kill me now
one more PBL
or teambased suckfest and I'll
paint the walls with brains
med school is so fun
I am so glad I came here
I hope I don't fail
Not a Hai Ku, but whatever:
I read medicine,
biochemistry and every amine
Hoping for money, chicks and more chicks
only to realise it's only some flicks
Medicine is loneliness
in both society and work
You give your life
to save other people's lives
That's medicine
and that's how it will remain.
--------------------------------------------
Hai Ku? Maybe? I'll give it a try:
Losing track of time
is it morning or is it night?
Either way I have to study.
I read medicine,
biochemistry and every amine
Hoping for money, chicks and more chicks
only to realise it's only some flicks
Medicine is loneliness
in both society and work
You give your life
to save other people's lives
That's medicine
and that's how it will remain.
--------------------------------------------
Hai Ku? Maybe? I'll give it a try:
Losing track of time
is it morning or is it night?
Either way I have to study.
wow, so i totally thought that said anime the first time i read it, and i was reaaaally confused!
What? You've never heard of the genius doctor blackjack?
I am an M2.
It is now Saturday night.
And so, I study.
Pharmacology
Makes me want to kill myself
But then I would fail
It is now Saturday night.
And so, I study.
Pharmacology
Makes me want to kill myself
But then I would fail
He is really cool. I've seen him in the anime movie Hino No Tori 2772 - Ai No Kozumuzon.
Digging through that fat,
I give up unhealthy food.
Oh wow, free pizza!
I give up unhealthy food.
Oh wow, free pizza!
To my family:
Make all phone calls high yield
mnemonics preferred
Make all phone calls high yield
mnemonics preferred
Took an unplanned nap.
Adrenergic pharm hates me.
And so, I study.
Sensing a theme here?
Haha, excellent!
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Studying micro
there are so many bugs
we should all be dead
Studying micro
there are so many bugs
I wish I was dead
there are so many bugs
we should all be dead
Studying micro
there are so many bugs
I wish I was dead
Consciousness slipping.
Blood Starbucks level zero.
Face down in lecture.
Blood Starbucks level zero.
Face down in lecture.
Hospital or class
or library or Starbucks
Why do I pay rent?
And a little shout-out to TIN, which I just studied:
Caffeine sustains me.
Analgesics for headaches.
My kidneys might fail.
or library or Starbucks
Why do I pay rent?
And a little shout-out to TIN, which I just studied:
Caffeine sustains me.
Analgesics for headaches.
My kidneys might fail.
On the 1st day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
An olfactory nerve in my cribiform plate
On the 2nd day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Two optic tracts
And an olfactory nerve in my cribiform plate
On the 3rd day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Three innervated rectus muscles
Two optic tracts
And an olfactory nerve in my cribiform plate
And so on...
Feel free to finish the rest if you get the pattern... my brain is fried.
An olfactory nerve in my cribiform plate
On the 2nd day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Two optic tracts
And an olfactory nerve in my cribiform plate
On the 3rd day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Three innervated rectus muscles
Two optic tracts
And an olfactory nerve in my cribiform plate
And so on...
Feel free to finish the rest if you get the pattern... my brain is fried.
Nice sleep deficit,
a soul-crushing test to cap.
I pay to do this?
a soul-crushing test to cap.
I pay to do this?
Creatures of the Night
by Dr. Edwin Leap, an ER physician who covers night shift
taken from his book, Working Knights
Here's to the creatures who roam the night
And sleep through the light of day
Here's to the creatures who drink and fight
And slur every word they say.
Here's to the beasties who need more drugs
For injuries no one can see;
Here's to the people with bites from bugs
And 'players' who burn when they pee.
Here's to the felons who never get tried
For crimes that would make your blood cold;
Here's to the charm that cannot be denied
In the ladies who dance around poles.
Here's to the psychos, the dealers and slashers,
Who should be in cells without keys;
Here's to the rashes, the tattoos and gashes
That no one but us ever sees.
Here's to the madness, the sleepy eyed sadness
The restlessness, anger and lies;
Here's to the drama, the glory the madness,
The killer that blubbers and cries
If I ever quit I am sure I would miss
All your stories and chaotic times
'Cause hearing and seeing the things that you do
Gives meaning and life to my rhymes.
by Dr. Edwin Leap, an ER physician who covers night shift
taken from his book, Working Knights
Here's to the creatures who roam the night
And sleep through the light of day
Here's to the creatures who drink and fight
And slur every word they say.
Here's to the beasties who need more drugs
For injuries no one can see;
Here's to the people with bites from bugs
And 'players' who burn when they pee.
Here's to the felons who never get tried
For crimes that would make your blood cold;
Here's to the charm that cannot be denied
In the ladies who dance around poles.
Here's to the psychos, the dealers and slashers,
Who should be in cells without keys;
Here's to the rashes, the tattoos and gashes
That no one but us ever sees.
Here's to the madness, the sleepy eyed sadness
The restlessness, anger and lies;
Here's to the drama, the glory the madness,
The killer that blubbers and cries
If I ever quit I am sure I would miss
All your stories and chaotic times
'Cause hearing and seeing the things that you do
Gives meaning and life to my rhymes.
This made me laugh so much. I think I am too beaten down and grumpy to be competitive any more. Or maybe I am too frantically stressed out? I forget which.P.S. Some of these poems are so funny they make me happy. I like the one about how we are all infected and should be/wish we were already dead, and the other one about Starbucks and kidney failure. If I had to write a poem it would be something along the lines of
Immunology is a misery
I can't believe anybody studies this voluntarily
(followed by the sound of sobbing)
ahahahaha...
We're so cheap, an hour of our time can always be bought with a couple slices of cafeteria pizza. Greasy, undercooked, nasty, who cares? IT'S FREE!
Another take on the 12 days of christmas:
on the first day of christmas the attending gave to me...a DNR on telemetry
on the second day of christmas the attending gave to me...two TIAs
on the third day of chirstmas the attending gave to me...three UTIs
on the fourth day of christmas the attending gave to me...four dehydrated diarrheas
on the fifth day of christmas the attending gave to me...5 pneu-mon-ias
....
on the first day of christmas the attending gave to me...a DNR on telemetry
on the second day of christmas the attending gave to me...two TIAs
on the third day of chirstmas the attending gave to me...three UTIs
on the fourth day of christmas the attending gave to me...four dehydrated diarrheas
on the fifth day of christmas the attending gave to me...5 pneu-mon-ias
....
