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Most of your money goes to booze, tobacco, and applying to other professions ; )
When you're getting your yearly gyn. exam at the school clinic and the doctor asks you to get off the table and look at your vaginal swab under the microscope because there is a great view of an epithelial cell....and you do it (hmm maybe I should have kept that story to myself??)
You and the doctor were excited because you could see an epithelial cell?
That's like being excited at feeling a beating sensation if you put your hand on your chest.
you have had a perfectly normal conversation with a classmate that went something like this:
classmate: Can I look at your foot?
you: Sure, but only if I can look at your lady parts.
classmate: Sure! I have a HUGE labia majora, you should definitely check it out...
you: Great!
I sure hope this conversation took place in gross lab.
. . . when you no longer notice the thousands of red underlined phrases that Word's spell checker doesn't understand.
You and the doctor were excited because you could see an epithelial cell?
That's like being excited at feeling a beating sensation if you put your hand on your chest.
..when you gleefully tell your s/o and relatives about the bacteria that could be contaminating their dinner, and whip out your atlas of infectious diseases in the middle of the restaurant to illustrate your point.
or maybe that's just me.
I love this thread and this is my homage to it!
You know you're in med school when you have a designated spot for studyin at the coffee shop/library/barnes &nobles and if someone else takes your spot, it ruins your whole studying routine.
. . . when you no longer notice the thousands of red underlined phrases that Word's spell checker doesn't understand.
Or when you can personally be responsible for adding to the spell check dictionary by going through spell check and say add new word that is not in the microsoft word by default.
When crunch time isn't 3 days before an exam but a month before an exam and you debate whether getting food or making food is worth the time or whether time eating and preparing food is better spent studying. LOL
you come up with witty remarks that non-med students will never understand, like "he's got testicular hyperplasia," or "someone's got too many polyps up the DC"
"he's got testicular hyperplasia,"
You've actually maxed out the Custom Dictionary in Word by adding new words so often, but you don't have the hundred bucks to buy the 10,000-word ready-made one.
HAHA...didn't even know there was a limit. And a spin-off of that one --> When you just get sick and tired of adding in every of word and get used to looking at outlines/notes with red underlines on every other word.
When you realize the "in sickness and in health" line of you wedding vows includes tolerating massive ear canal trauma (from your wife's perspective) as you're learning to use an otoscope.
You have to convince your fellow medical student roommate that, although we need the beneficial side effects of increased concentration and decreased appetite, taking methamphetamine is a BAD IDEA!
You know, annulospiral endings, flower spray endings, nuclear chain, nuclear bag fibers?
When you feel that you should be able to diagnose yourself and refuse to go to a doctor because if you can't figure it out, neither can they.
When you spend a lot of time seriously contemplating that your symptoms are purely a part of medical student syndrome and this further compounds your disinterest in going to a doctor... because it is entirely possible that you have just heard to much about metabolic syndromes, neurologic disorders, and the GI system and now you think you have every illness that they talk about. Currently, I have determined that I have Addison's disease... even though it is really quite unlikely.
At last count, I have 2 autoimmune disorders, 2 different tumors, and 1 DSM-IV condition.
Somehow, I'm still alive...
...probably due to a rare heterozygous trait which renders me resistant to death... hmmmm...
Youre ecstatic with your 81% average.
...you become aware that "Let's have sex" is an effective and efficient pickup line for classmates of the opposite sex who are just as stressed out, pressed for time, and sexually frustrated as you.
...you forget that studying all day every day isn't normal.
...weekends become time to either drink your face off study study maniacally with no middle ground.
...you fondle members of the opposite sex for a grade.
...money stops mattering because you're so far in debt that even buying a new car would hardly increase your total noticeably.
...you seriously think to yourself "Damn, I wish I had it easy like that pharmacy student."