One day more...

Every time I use the carton of milk, I see the date reminding me. Reminding me of the upcoming exams. And every time I buy new milk the anxiety gets worse as the date draws closer.

Quit judging me milk!

I have got to stop drinking so many cups of tea :/

Generally surgery.

After a long discussion about how much he loves his job:
Esteemed surgeon, "Oh man, I've been operating so much I've given myself two carpel tunnels, it's agony at night."
Medical student easily impressed by massive incomes: "Wow, that must be a lot of operating."
Esteemed surgeon "Yeah, I'm thinking I might get them both done at once so I only have to have miss out on a months worth of income instead of two."
Easily impressed student. "Wow, both hands operated on at once. That's rather drastic... Have you thought about the implications..."
Esteemed surgeon "Yeah I think I could take a bowel prep the day before the operation and the load up on codeine after."

I couldn't help but laugh.

And then the gloves came out

"So what did the test show?"
"Well, let me see. *Scrolls through computer files* Your PSA has gone up since last time, it has doubled."
"Ah... What does that mean. Does that mean I have cancer?"

If ever there was one test in medicine that was designed for long and confusing conversations, PSA is one. It's not diagnostic, it's neither sensitive or specific, and patients want you to do it expecting answers.

 "Most people die with prostate cancer rather than from prostate cancer."

Drip.

Six weeks out from exams. Thinks are starting to get sketchy. While many of my fearless colleagues have a resolute demeanor. The facade is starting to come down on some others. Everywhere. Cracks. And that's okay. Med students are like water molecules. Sometimes hard as ice, put often quite prone to melting under pressure. Most of all, we're held together by a constant surface tension. Why do I keep waking up spontaneously before seven!? This is a new thing.