Showing posts with label med school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label med school. Show all posts

Monday, December 6, 2010

Few things.

(Credit: Google)


1) It's snowing. Sigh.

2) When asking questions in class, I wish people would just get to the point instead of prefacing their query with all sorts of nonsense. "Um, so I wasn't really sure if you addressed this earlier, but I was kind of curious, and um, I think it might be important, so, my question is blah blah blah." ANNOYING. Get to the point, Sparky. No one wants to hear your pontification.

3) Food, Inc. is a good documentary but it will make you not want to eat every again.

4) A fire alarm went off last week in the middle of a quiz. Prof said, "Okay folks, bubble in the answers that you have and hand them in." Naturally this did not go over well, since most of us had only answered a few questions. After the alarm, we reconvened in the lecture hall and the speaker was about to start giving his presentation when two of my moron classmates got up in front of the class and attempted to perform a skit. I think they were trying to be ironic, but instead they just convinced everyone that they needed to be punched in the face. It went something like this:

Student 1: Hey buttface, I wish I could complain about my grades.
Student 2: Hey dickwad, you can complain. We have a survey.
Student 1: Oh really? How do I fill it out?
Student 2: It's online, sent to you through email.
Student 1: Oh that's cool. Is there space to fill out how I feel about each prof?
Student 2: Yes there is.

And it went on for 5 minutes until our prof, who was looking pretty annoyed, stepped in and told them to wrap it the fuck up. Honestly, I hope those two assholes get run over by a truck. Hey retards, the beginning of class is NOT the appropriate time to be "performing" a skit. Make your announcement and sit the fuck down. I'm not paying to hear your useless lips flap. And no one cares about your stupid survey.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Breaking bad news to fake patients...

(Credit: Nodovisual.net)


...only works when the prewritten vignettes actually contain some bad news. Needing to perform a biopsy =/= bad news.

Student: Ma'am, I'm sorry to be the one to deliver this news, but your mammogram shows a mass in your breast that was not there a year ago. We are going to have to do a biopsy to determine what is going on.
Fake patient: Oh my god. Do I have cancer?!?
Student: I cannot tell you definitely at this time what is going on. As I said, this mass is new and we need to do a biopsy to find out what it is. I can tell you that there is less than a 50% chance that it is cancer, but we just won't know for certain until we obtain a biopsy.
Fake patient: ...So what you're telling me is that you don't know what it is.
Student: Correct.
Fake patient: But it could be cancer.
Student: Yes. We need to do a biopsy to find out. I understand that you must be very anxious and nervous, but there's no point in panicking until we know for sure, right?
Fake patient: Okay, I guess we have to do the biopsy then.
Student: Indeed. Let's schedule it for later this week.
Fake patient: Okay.

And there goes 2 hours of my morning.
What a waste.