The coats burned nicely, soaked with lighter fluid, and a large plume of foul smelling, blackish smoke arose as I exorcised the drug-resistant demons from within. Thanks for the memories, short white coats, I hate you still.
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.