So, written exams were Tuesday and Wednesday. I'm a little unsure as to how I feel about them- I felt like everything I'd revised came up, but afterwards I kept having mini heart attacks, with the realisation that I'd written the complete wrong answer. Great.
Ah well, the last several weeks (who am I kidding, months), which have felt like an extended Night of the Living Dead Me, were totally worth it just for that sensation of almost-freedom when I walked out into the Sun (the Sun! Remember the Sun??!) after that second exam. And I made a beeline for the train station because I WAS GOING HOME!
And here I sit. At home, utterly bloated due to the excess of food which my mother has insisted I eat (and due in part to my own compulsive junk-eating tendencies). You'd think, the way I was talking, that I was out of the woods. Not so. My OSCE (Objective Structured Clinical Examination) is next Friday, and that's going to be bloody hard :/ Being verbally grilled on anatomy, taking a patient history, giving a presentation, explaining a medical condition to a patient, hip, knee and shoulder examinations, a cardiovascular system examination, measuring a blood pressure, and to top it all off, using a search engine to find a medical article. Good god. I am screwed.
And so I have spent since Wednesday using my small brother/father/mother to practice taking blood pressures from- and I can finally do it! It's been worrying me like crazy. I've been perfecting it by taking my own, and have discovered I have an abnormally low blood pressure- 108/54. I'm sure it's not supposed to be that low. It would explain why I had several dizzy spells last week, though I still put those down to being a bit spaced out.
Kinda still need to learn my anatomy. Which means I might have to leave home early, since my anatomy textbook, which weighs more than my family put together, is back in Leicester. :( *Sigh*
Oh, and I still need formal clothes for the OSCE, and a pair of shoes that actually cover the top of my feet, otherwise we're not allowed into the Dissection Room. NO girls shoes cover the tops of your feet, with the exception of boots! And I don't know how welcoming they're going to be if I turn up in these.
Still, at least I know it'll ALL be over on Friday :D I have a list! I call it the List Of Things To Do Once My Life Has Resumed.
The List of Things To Do Once My Life Has Resumed
- Eat as much as is humanly possible, constantly. Attach self to drip overnight if sleep is eventually necessary.
- Finish a bloody story ¬_¬ I've lost the ability to write and I WILL get it back.
- Re-read my Chuck Palahniuk collection, and actually read more books!
- Watch Toy Story 3
- Spend time with family, preferably doing nothing more than sitting out in the garden (Family! Remember them??!) This includes Hasan, Baby Bear and Maryam, who I feel have grown up far too fast whilst I've been away :(
- Go to Pizza Hut. Ah, how I have missed you.
- Learn how to speak Urdu without sounding like a retard.
- Learn how to cook without serving dishes that might as well be biohazards.
- Teach the youngest brother first-year medicine (Hey, you can never be too prepared. Even if he doesn't want to be a doctor. Ahem.)
- Make myself, through self hypnosis or mutilation if necessary (though I'm not sure that self harms the right way to combat neuroses) stop killing my nails.
- Get purple hair. Ah, you know I kid, I'm bald really.
- Not watch the football.
Back to revising! YAY! ¬_¬