Today: peep of day lecture by a Burmese lecturer who was 20 minutes recently deceased, PBL discussion that ended with sexual execution issues, surprising a college friend,  red smooth cake and free-loading Papa John’s  by reason of lunch, blogging (when I was fancy to be studying) in the library  while waiting for my 4.30pm clinical skills sitting.

So I’m at that particular aspect of my life when my Google pry into engine’s latest history is filled by words like ‘autacoids’, ‘antihistamine’ or ‘curative index’, and my table half-occupied ~ the agency of 2 files of lecture notes, a pathology verse book and an ancient pharmacology concern book passed down from my mom. 

It’s appropriate the beginning, they say, and I slip on’t doubt it. 

On the lambent side, I don’t mind having my life dominated through medicine, not yet at least. Although this passage promises nothing but major sleep deprivation somewhere down the road and maybe a little loss or gain of scale due to immense stress and the stacks of at any time-expanding notes alongside the knowledge that’s going grant me to save lives someday, I room for expectation I’ll never truly mind dedicating my life to this cover on the inside of profession. I hope by the extreme point of the day, I’ll have ~ing able to say that I wouldn’t get it any other way.

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