Why am I writing? Because it’s 2 am in the morning again and my cheeks are red and flushed due to all the laughter.
I had my first Professional exam (anatomy) today. It went horrible. The paper was so difficult and reduced almost all my friends to tears. (Not me though, I am becoming pain-insensitive due to my spontaneous humour. It seldom leaves)
But I hugged a friend. I hugged someone for the third time in my life. Mom. Bubbly and now a friend who is one of the people I love to hang out with. She and her best friend are <3
And as we sat, late night, me sipping tea, Anne sipping coffee, Bubbly drinking water and my fourth roommate having mango juice.. (what the-). Everyone wrapped in warm blankets because my beloved winters are approaching. We laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed at the paper, at our lives, mostly made fun of Anne (which I am a big expert at =D). We all burst with laughter as I asked her not to die during our Profs because I seriously don’t have to drive her around to the doc and attend her funeral later. We made fun of all the mess we are stuck in. So far away from home.. screwed by what was perhaps the worst anatomy exam
I cannot breathe properly now though. Because of the episode of hysteria lol. I usually get that problem (ever since I went on the trip and my lungs gave away on a hill) I cradle my fragile arm and open the books we tossed away like two hours ago.
It’s as if the light in the heart started to glow again =)
Vasovagal syncope: Fainting triggered by emotional big bang,hehe
Plus I changed my ABOUT or that page on the upper right corner again. Do punch by !
Guys and girls and grandpas! Medicine is fun!
Even for hopeless cases like me. Ahem. No one else is entitled to say that arright…
So let me relate the day of my first sub stage at my college. Now wait a sec, what is all this sub stage crap?
Oh its a darn big viva. Anatomy. Three sub stages and then a stage on each part of the body. We choose a portion (we don’t, the Professors do) cram all we can about it. Dissect cadavers aka dead bodies. Peel and cut and do nasty things. Pick up bones and start extracting the souls outta them. Cry the whole night before the sub stage because it has been moved from 24th to 22nd. Curse the acting Head of Anatomy department. Ask Allah for a kind examiner to ask us questions. Make all your friends who are not in Medicine crazy because THIS IS YOUR FIRST SUB STAGE
Then the day came.
I dressed in brown.. the colour I am most attuned to. Blurted best of luck to my mates, esp my room mate who had burned my ears whining about her prep. Got in the bus. Went into the college, searched my roll number and the designated Doctor. Roll number was called. I went in. Answered to who was perhaps the most polite teacher in the world. And took my report card back. And screamed when I saw it because OLA! I HAD PASSED!
Came out, faced a bunch of girls and guys who said KIA HUA?? (what happened?) I said Mut pucho mera damag hil gaya he.. but pass ho gai! (don’t ask my brain’s gone tweet.. but I passed!) and they all gulped as I shuffled off, taking my cell out and texting my friend. Boy I had rotten his ears for a long time. My room mate passed with distinction, and we had damn fun calling her Dr. Theta all day long.
Then I called my mom and as I was doing so my best friend came from the DH (Dissection Hall) calling home. We both blurted KIA HUA? And both said PASS! and then said Kitney number? (marks?) and both screamed 27!!!
Boy that has to go in my golden memories list with her
And one other being the time we played That Awkward Moment in Embryology.
Story coming up soon!