Med Year 2 Final Examination Results
On the 25th of November an e-mail from Glenda Stent signalled the failure of Med 2. After a year of hard work this could come at you unbelievably out of the blue to devastate, or after 2 weeks of cramming this could be the unavoidable inevitability.
There is no person I would hope this failure onto… wait yes there is. There are those that are lively as anyone, then something, anything remotely med related comes up and they turn into a flaccid zombie. Their eyes wash over with boredom and they spit out a contributory phrase that highlights either their complete absence of knowledge or the phrase is a word-by-word blow out of a textbook. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have a problem big enough against the brain-challenged or the rote-learners to hope failure onto them. It’s the I-don’t-give-a-shit medical students that rile me.
We’ve been through a lot this year, from pleasant intimate interviews with patients to the disgusting intimate physical contact with them. If wiping the poo crusts out of an immobile obese man’s fat rolls doesn’t elicit some kind of response out of you, I want you to fail. For most that kind of activity elicits a strong vommiting impulse or as our HIC tutors like to term “body shock”, then there are the extreme-carers that emphatize with the man’s complete loss of independence forcing him to expose himself down to his barest core for others to live out of his life as he lays helpless in bed trying to find any emotion other than despair in his life, and possibly the anatomy-physiology crazed maniacs that want to know the pathophysiology of everything related that led up to these poo crusts. But for those indifferent, that dragged through med school with an unbearable monotony through the motivations of others thrust upon you or don’t find any meaning in the work we do and so choose to do anything but, don’t force yourself through this manic path..
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