We’ve all heard the stereotypes about studying medicine: medical school is hectic, students staying overnight with cadavers and instead of blood; coffee runs through our veins. From the perspective of someone who has been there and done that .
Flashback to five years ago. Usually, re-reading this poem would mean allowing myself to bask in melancholy. Not today. Today, I let a little bit of light in my dark corner, knowing that every win is worth celebrating. I know enough to .
Suffice to say, today was bleak. I’m just glad the first paper is over. Soldiering on for the rest of this insane marathon – tissues stuffed up my nose, blocked Eustachian tube, barky cough and all. Sharing a little treasure from my .
And I’m devouring tonight’s homemade Shell Out with gusto and a new fighting spirit. A quote I came across today was so inspiring, I’m adopting it ASAP. Don’t ever do something to the best of your ability. Do it to the .