Shit! I just did my nails for the first time - or more like, only the ones on my left hand - and I've totally messed up omg. I tried covering my mistakes with a new layer of polish but I screwed those ones up too, and finally decided it might be a good idea to stop after the third coat.
Tuesday, 20 March 2012
Sunday, 18 March 2012
Looney tunes
Whoever said you finish the psychiatric rotation with the best stories wasn't lying. Here are some patients I have had the pleasure of meeting at the country house:
1) Taxi-driver with persecutory delusions that the mainland police were after her for illegal parking. Was wheeled off to hospital after she was found sitting on the streets dishing out one-hundred dollar bills to dogs.
Monday, 12 March 2012
Little changes
My newest favourite lunchtime hangout is the paediatric psych ward.
Our first visit there was probably my creepiest experience as a medical student, second only to observing autopsies at the morgue. The inpatients had just finished group therapy, so it was one long corridor of expressionless children in checkered pyjamas - one kid every five metres - waiting to return to their rooms. As if it wasn't bad enough, the entire place was also washed over by a sallow tint by the crappy lighting as per our usual hospital-last-renovated-thirty-years-ago standards. Then the case we were assigned was a psychotic girl who giggled to herself and had big, round eyes that stared into nothing ninety percent of the time. I was so freaked out the first time she squealed and flailed her arms around without warning I think I must've jumped half a metre backwards.
Our first visit there was probably my creepiest experience as a medical student, second only to observing autopsies at the morgue. The inpatients had just finished group therapy, so it was one long corridor of expressionless children in checkered pyjamas - one kid every five metres - waiting to return to their rooms. As if it wasn't bad enough, the entire place was also washed over by a sallow tint by the crappy lighting as per our usual hospital-last-renovated-thirty-years-ago standards. Then the case we were assigned was a psychotic girl who giggled to herself and had big, round eyes that stared into nothing ninety percent of the time. I was so freaked out the first time she squealed and flailed her arms around without warning I think I must've jumped half a metre backwards.
Thursday, 8 March 2012
Psychotherapy
Woops, I'm doing a terrible job at updating regularly. To be honest, I haven't been faring all too well recently: crappy sleep, lots of external stressors, and generally not being in karma's good books have tipped my life out of balance. Psychiatry seems to be one of the more loathed subjects amongst medical students, but I've personally found it to be quite entertaining. There was certainly nothing nearly as humorous (except the bone. Ha. Ha.) about orthopaedics, and I forsee nothing but multiple anuses after paediatrics/medicine/surgery from professors ripping me new ones each tutorial.
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