Loving this new hashtag. Though I can’t stop thinking of the possibility I may not get through this if for some foul reason I fail the next two exams.
It just sank in, the next two exams would be career-defining. God knows I don’t want to graduate on 2015.
I don’t even know if it’s really called a pub, but I call it as is because it has a bar and it’s a nice place to hang out after one’s busy day, just as what I envision a pub would be. I’ve never been in any other pub sans The Oarhouse, so I wouldn’t know better on what makes a pub and what doesn’t. Maybe I get my idea of a pub from watching too much American TV shows like How I Met Your Mother, Friends and Grey’s Anatomy, which kinda says something of how much a lazy slob/couch potato I am.
Anyway, as I was saying, The Oarhouse is closed for Easter and the Araw ng Kagitingan holidays, which verily sucks because I was really looking forward to having a drink with one of my closest med friends, just to release my pent-up desperation and frustration at my incapacity to concentrate on studying for next week’s exams. It was just recently when I realized beer is my best anxiolytic, which is cooler and cheaper than prescription benzodiazepines and antidepressants. Which brings me to the topic, I really need to have myself checked; I may be an undiagnosed case of an anxiety disorder, in addition to my self-diagnosis of ADHD and OCD. And now I’m getting really tangential, so there.
In other news though, I got to give my fifteen-month old nephew a bath today. It was my first time giving anyone a bath, really, and it felt fine. More than fine, actually, I realized I’m getting more conscious in involving myself in more adult stuff these days, like taking care of nephews and cooking family meals, and going to pubs and quiz nights and stuff. That’s in addition to the doctor-y stuff I do in clinics every day. I guess this really is it, growing up and living adulthood is indeed inevitable, despite me feeling inadequate and immature most of these days.
There’s too much in mind to process these days. My mind is blowing into bits.
Sleep All Day | Jason Mraz | Waiting For My Rocket To Come (2002)
The title says it all. Instead of slaving away for Compre/Osce.
It’s depressing to note that though we just had our OB-GYN rotation last January, as I look back on our transcriptions (and sample exams *wink*) to review for this dang comprehensive exam, I just cannot remember a good majority of the topics. I can’t seem to recall basic details and answers to simple questions, it’s hard to place what lecture or page I heard / read a certain bit from; and more troubling, I can’t remember studying / reviewing all this stuff coming up in my reading materials during those rotations!
If I can just bash open my skull and stuff all my transes and med books into my cerebrum. It’s frustrating. Panic panic cry panic panic cry moan.
I really need that beer tonight.
EDIT: And then I find out over at Twitter minutes ago that the OSCE (practical exams) includes reading ECG tracings. Dafuq I know nothing! T_T
Emma Stone. It almost brings tears to my eyes the fact that I can’t have her. Anyway, I could also use a beer or two; studying for this comprehensive exam is exhausting and depressing. Despite today and tomorrow both being holidays, I do hope Oarhouse is open tonight; that would be a nice welcome back gift for my return to Manila.