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Actually, my OSCEs are over thank goodness. And I've passed. The ultimate nightmare is seeing someone you've dated re-appear in a station as your simulated patient. Fundoscopy exam? Awkward!......(I think that I will save Medics incest for another blog though!)

I never liked anatomy class. I never really knew why some people liked to spend hours elbow deep in smelly crinkly old dead people.

In fact, my best memory of anatomy is when the anatomy demonstrator, during a particularly vigorous limb sawing exercise, ended up with a small piece of the poor deceased chaps muscle on her lower lip. We were all far to terrified of our demonstrator to let her know about the issue and all watched in horror / anticipation / fascination as repeated lip licks failed to come into contact with the foreign body, until finally she discovered what was causing that tickly feeling and swallowed the thing, still completely oblivious.

So yes. I learned that sawing too hard and simultaneously licking your lips might result in the unfortunate digestion of dead man's muscle. To my surprise, this knowledge has yet to be of use in my career.

Anyway, if you want to avoid my predicament, and actually learn some anatomical features, these beautiful hand made thingy-ma-jigs might help. Probably not. But maybe. And they're very pretty to look at.

Unless you're  nocturnal, then you won't have been able to escape the glorious sunshine that the country was basking in two weeks ago. Our consultants let us leave a few clinics early for 'revision' which we interpreted as light reading in the sun to "top up our vitamin D levels". I certainly felt a lot better after an ice cream on the hopsital lawn with some friends but is there really any medical benefit to our main source of vitamin D- the sunshine?

Gente que se engaña para comprar las malas versiones don' de una copia; t reconoce que estos aumentos que es causado por los contrabandistas son a veces parte posterior correcta arada en el resto de deportes del transgresor de la ley como los remedios que pasan de contrabando. Los oficiales continúan y afinan a un lado a los ladrones de los usuarios que se cerciorarán de pasar de contrabando el artículo intencionalmente con la industria.

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Gastro ward: Year 3

I was looking forward to seeing patients who had very different problems to those on the cardiac and respiratory wards. Our lead tutor for the placement, a middle aged man with a friendly face, sat himself down at the table. He introduced himself and said: " so let me guess, seeing as you're all third year students, you constantly feel like you're a spare part?", my group unanimously chorused a "yes". Our tutor was astoundingly accurate.

My godmother is a GP, not this has anything to do with my choice in medicine, in fact she tried to dissuade me, I'm not sure why, something to do with paperwork perhaps. However, I'm can be quite stubborn sometimes and I was determined to not be put off by this. General practice comes under the term of primary care, GPs are your first port of call when you are unwell (unless it is life-threatening, in which case I strongly recommend A&E)

It was Saturday afternoon and I was in a long queue for Hollister. I had a bad week last week (too many late nights and early mornings) and I was looking forward to the weekend. (Cue a shopping trip). There were two young boys behind me in the queue and I couldn't help but overhear them talking.... They were both 16 and beginning to think about A-levels and degrees: "I'm thinking about medicine", one said, "but I think it's well hard". My flatmate and I looked at each other. Firstly, we were annoyed to overhear medic chat on our day off (Medicine gets everywhere it seems) and secondly: don't do it! It is so hard! we both thought. It isn't that I don't want this chap to have a wonderful career as a doctor but you have to realise what you are letting yourself in for- he could do with reading my blog...

This got me thinking about my sixth form years: how did I end up at medical school?

Who am I?
I'm a fourth year medical student, this is my first blog and I CAN'T WAIT TO QUALIFY. I hope to take you through my highs and lows of medical training. I love what I do (though I may not think this every day), I have had some wonderful experiences along the way and truly honoured to have such wonderful friends to share them with.