Bad-Cop_No-Donut
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For all of you computer gamers, do not be afraid to show where real inspiration comes from.
In the unlikeliest of places I found mine: as support medic in my favorite first-person shooter games.
Just got a top 10 II, so to celebrate here is my Personal Statement:
Let it inspire you.
It was right in there between fighting the virtual enemy and aiding my Discord friends that I realized medicine was right for me.
My finger was locked on the CTRL key waiting for the right moment to strike and switch to "SHIFT" and A, W, D, but not S.
NEVER S.
My heart was racing at 160 frames per second. I Dxd it and it was not tachycardia. Fate is with me.
With right hand on the computer mouse my wrist was in tremendous pain.
I did OMM and knew right away it was carpal tunnel syndrome.
"Chapman's points is for the weak. I want something allopathic." I thought.
All those 2000 hours spent at the emergency room had prepared me for this.
"Too slow and too late for the CT scan, nurse.
I'll take 5g/kg of Lidocaine, and prepare the 5mL of Adrenaline,"
I said, subconsciously remembering doctors orders from all that shadowing I had done.
The time to prove myself finally came. I ran faster towards my friends than the enemy could press R.
My 15 Cas RAM memory latency helped me survive. I felt faster than light.
And so I smashed that SHIFT button so hard to the point of almost breaking my RGB Corsair MK.2 keyboard.
Upon arrival I saw some of my gaming teammates dead on the floor.
I had seconds to press E and revive.
It was an stressful situation. Luckily, I had shadowed a cardio-thoracic surgeon the night before.
I knew what had to be done.
The enemy tanks started to roll in. "That's impossible," I said.
"There was a bug in the game!", I figured.
After all, I had answered correctly all those 4 physics questions of my MCAT.
I had calculated vehicle respawn time, trajectory, and acceleration from the tank to be 5min, 43.35W, and 17m per second per second respectively
--or like we used to say: 5q43W-17min-STAT.
My medical terminology knowledge was ingratiating my battling skills that night.
Ramon, one of our team members, was killed by our virtual enemy:
A guy wielding a Carl-Gustav I thought --Tubbers, we call them.
"Abibi, come help! Put your hands on the wound!"
I asked my loyal Islandic friend, as I tried to rotate through medpacks looking for the correct one.
"This is what I do for the undeserved and underserved I thought."
But we had no choice but to let Ramon go. It was too late for him.
Abibi was not fast enough.
"Look at your minimap POR FAVOR! We yelled to our Spanish team-members.
Our diversity and culturalism was on point.
We could capture the game flag in three different languages.
Shakespeare and the island monks would be proud.
When Abibi died, and our spawn was being camped, I remained on the field alone.
Wasting all the ammo looking for a way out I started to take hits from the enemy.
The least I could do was to fight back in my own way.
I had scored 131 on CARS. To stay alive was an easier job.
I started to drop med packs pressing the F key until I could do it no longer.
My RTX 2080 SUPER graphics card was overheating as I smashed that button
--Must've been all that ray tracing.
My Ryzen 7 3600X processor started to make noise.
"-Should've put more arctic thermal paste on that CPU" I thought.
And so I died from the wounds and fire, but we had won the match...
...and I had experienced what being a real doctor felt like.
In the unlikeliest of places I found mine: as support medic in my favorite first-person shooter games.
Just got a top 10 II, so to celebrate here is my Personal Statement:
Let it inspire you.
It was right in there between fighting the virtual enemy and aiding my Discord friends that I realized medicine was right for me.
My finger was locked on the CTRL key waiting for the right moment to strike and switch to "SHIFT" and A, W, D, but not S.
NEVER S.
My heart was racing at 160 frames per second. I Dxd it and it was not tachycardia. Fate is with me.
With right hand on the computer mouse my wrist was in tremendous pain.
I did OMM and knew right away it was carpal tunnel syndrome.
"Chapman's points is for the weak. I want something allopathic." I thought.
All those 2000 hours spent at the emergency room had prepared me for this.
"Too slow and too late for the CT scan, nurse.
I'll take 5g/kg of Lidocaine, and prepare the 5mL of Adrenaline,"
I said, subconsciously remembering doctors orders from all that shadowing I had done.
The time to prove myself finally came. I ran faster towards my friends than the enemy could press R.
My 15 Cas RAM memory latency helped me survive. I felt faster than light.
And so I smashed that SHIFT button so hard to the point of almost breaking my RGB Corsair MK.2 keyboard.
Upon arrival I saw some of my gaming teammates dead on the floor.
I had seconds to press E and revive.
It was an stressful situation. Luckily, I had shadowed a cardio-thoracic surgeon the night before.
I knew what had to be done.
The enemy tanks started to roll in. "That's impossible," I said.
"There was a bug in the game!", I figured.
After all, I had answered correctly all those 4 physics questions of my MCAT.
I had calculated vehicle respawn time, trajectory, and acceleration from the tank to be 5min, 43.35W, and 17m per second per second respectively
--or like we used to say: 5q43W-17min-STAT.
My medical terminology knowledge was ingratiating my battling skills that night.
Ramon, one of our team members, was killed by our virtual enemy:
A guy wielding a Carl-Gustav I thought --Tubbers, we call them.
"Abibi, come help! Put your hands on the wound!"
I asked my loyal Islandic friend, as I tried to rotate through medpacks looking for the correct one.
"This is what I do for the undeserved and underserved I thought."
But we had no choice but to let Ramon go. It was too late for him.
Abibi was not fast enough.
"Look at your minimap POR FAVOR! We yelled to our Spanish team-members.
Our diversity and culturalism was on point.
We could capture the game flag in three different languages.
Shakespeare and the island monks would be proud.
When Abibi died, and our spawn was being camped, I remained on the field alone.
Wasting all the ammo looking for a way out I started to take hits from the enemy.
The least I could do was to fight back in my own way.
I had scored 131 on CARS. To stay alive was an easier job.
I started to drop med packs pressing the F key until I could do it no longer.
My RTX 2080 SUPER graphics card was overheating as I smashed that button
--Must've been all that ray tracing.
My Ryzen 7 3600X processor started to make noise.
"-Should've put more arctic thermal paste on that CPU" I thought.
And so I died from the wounds and fire, but we had won the match...
...and I had experienced what being a real doctor felt like.
