I am in perfect shape for some procrastination.
So allow me to expose the three most common thoughts I’ve had since the beginning of this week when what I should have been doing was studying for the Neuro test in less that forty-eight hours.
I start surgery next week! Eeeeeeeeeeeee!
Yes, folks. Instead of worrying about the fact that no, I cannot distinguish between upper and lower motor neuron signs when I leave a lecture hall (which is just weird and doesn’t give much hope for Test Day) I just sit all day and daydream about this:
Well, not really. I’ve mostly been daydreaming about scrubs. And defibrillators. Which I really hope are old-school and not those garden-gnome AED ones, ’cause those are just lame…
As opposed to the majesty of the old-school way…
But then I remember that using the latter, cooler rockstar version of the defibrillator would require knowledge of how to decipher this:
Which just makes me get palpitations. So I console myself with the relatively safe knowledge that surgery will probably not entail any defibrillating, especially not by the green MBChB III student. This of course, leads me back to daydreaming about scrubs…
I am not really sure if I’m actually supposed to understand anything going on in Neuroanatomy.
Youtube has done all it could, textbooks and atlases have played their role. But I’m still not quite sure I know much besides which lobe is which and which part of the cortex is sensory (post-central gyrus) and motor (pre-central gyrus). Which they are hardly likely to ask in a test.
I wonder what popcorn and soup taste like in combination.
So basically, whatever happens on Friday, I at least know that I can add a strange meal to my bucket list, that no-one in the surgery rotation will be aware of my deficient knowledge in Neuro (or Cardio) and that there is such a thing as a gyrus.
It’s the little things.