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| My classmate, Beshoy- very busy taking pictures of his histopathology slides. |
I FINISHED OFF A PACKET of ten 500mg paracetamol tablets this week. And I am extra thankful that at 5pm yesterday (Friday) I am still up and kicking!
Yesterday
was the last day of my Pathology and Diagnostic Services Rotation—and for the
whole week since Monday, my rotation group-mates and I were required to do 4 case
presentations and sit for a one-hour exit exam.
With an exam and a grand rounds presentation left for the final day, I was stressing out over the fear of failure. On Thursday night, I
just felt extremely exhausted—every square millimeter of my bones and flesh was
aching, that I simply couldn’t believe to have completed the rotation and embraced
Friday evening unscathed.
This morning I still feel the need of taking some more painkillers. No regrets, it was my fault last night—I decided to celebrate the conclusion of my pathology rotation by gulping down some milliliters of Shiraz-Merlot-Sauvignon trio as well as gobbling up hundreds of grams of grilled lamb chops with a good friend Jordan. So here I am having a bit of head and body aches yet enjoying the comfort of my humble yet well-heated room (while missing out the second day of the Barossa Gourmet Weekend).
Don’t get
me wrong; that rotation was the best that I had, so far. I truly loved it! Foremost and most importantly, the pathologists
and the rest of the diagnostic ancillary services team had successfully created
a very friendly atmosphere—which ended up to be a very good learning
environment, and in building up my confidence on this field… unlike the other clinical
rotations that I’ve done where arrogance and ego dominated the entire teaching process.
It’s so disappointing that I possess no power or no right to dispatch
this message off to the other rotation coordinators. Honestly, I stepped out of the lab, postmortem and microscopy rooms yesterday holding my pathology lecturers in
high regard but my respect seemed to have plummeted for those who humiliated and
treated me like a crap in medicine and surgery.
Well, they couldn’t blame me for that.
I know
that out in the real world someday (I consider vet school as a not-so-real-world), I will be doing
things that will surely remind me of the good old days in the lab, postmortem,
tissue trimming and microscopy rooms. But
for now, it is time to take a break… no rib and brain cutters, no histopathology cassettes,
no agar plates, no thermal cycler. It’s
time to pick my dusty stethoscope up and get ready for the Anaesthesia and
Analgesia Rotation on Monday.
Oh well,
my Nex-5 is getting dusty, too… and my Instagram account has been screaming out
for the past few days, as well.
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