2 hours of Stepson's baseball. 1.5 hours of Daughter's T-ball. 1 hour in between. New haircut (shorter, obviously) and poor sunscreen control. You get the idea.
Note the distinctly attractive demarcation on my receding hairline where I applied the most sunscreen and where, somehow, I failed.
Medical student. Originally from Utah, now living in the Southeastern United States. Trying to juggle family, life, school, residency applications, and a series of other events while maintaining my sanity. I do not think I am God, but I do have a predilection for fooling myself into thinking I possess God-like powers.
This blog is not informative. It is not to be taken seriously, nor are the comments that lie within. The writer suffers from a persistent case of "microcephaly" and can't contemplate well enough to, um, well...you know. You will not recognize yourself here - these are fictional cases, patients that never existed, and splices from 4 years of medical school, TV, and movies all formulated in an infantile fashion. Simply put: don'ttake this as medical adviceand sue me. You can't win from listening to a moron.
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