Obligatory panda post.
This is the story of a girl, who cried a river and drowned the whole world, and while she looks so sad in photographs, I absolutely love her, when she smiles.
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The only way to do great work is to love what you do.
Today in medical school I learned the most surefire way to get slapped with a malpractice lawsuit quicker than one can say inappropriate conduct—monitoring craniosacral motion at the sacral base. What is this? You might ask. Well, you ask the patient to lay down, bend their knees, lift their butt off the table, and then sit on your hand as you’re reaching under them from between their legs. And I actually thought the ischial tuberosity spread (yes, that one most certainly is as awkward as it sounds) was the lowest things could go. Boy, was I wrong.
I would like to take this moment to both thank and apologize to my lab partner for willingly allowing me to sit on their arm and for having been forced into an alternate position where they had to hug one of my legs as they felt up my sacrum. I feel closer to you now than ever before, my dear.
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Scientific Fact: Treatments in the 1800’s were a little crazy (this may not be a legit scientific fact…but its true.)
Extra Information: For example, in the 1890’s patients were fed bone marrow for blood disorders. Yes, you did just read that, they were actually FED bone marrow.
Take Home Message: Yummy.
This is why I no longer attend lecture (unless it’s a week where I’m being stalked by the administration that is…)
Who’s gonna make it rain tonight? Tigers, baby. Tigers.
I’m afraid of very few things in this world … I’m not too fond of bees, because they’ll kill themselves just to make you uncomfortable for a few hours. They’re like tiny angry samurai bent on seppuku. No thanks.
I’m so unbelievably glad that this is the quality of education I’m receiving. This far surpasses the Magic Kingdom family photo tossed in at the halfway mark.
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Thusly, I am now known as Andrew, the “beekiller.”
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