25 August 2007

downright nauseated.

i'm nauseated. and not in that physical i-can-go-take-my-zofran-to-fix-it way. i'm psychologically nauseated.

the second anatomy exam is on monday. <--this is the main reason for my present distress. while the first exam covered 2 weeks of material and was worth 10% of our grade (the anatomy professors dubbed it the "welcome to medical school" exam), the second exam covers everything we've learned over the past 4 weeks (i.e. all the way back to day 1) and is worth 30% of our grade. needless to say, i'm anxious! (as are the other 160+ people in my class...but maybe that goes without saying!)

i'm having an exceptionally difficult time focusing. it's amazing what can capture my attention when i'm supposed to be focused on anatomy. i knew i was getting truly neurotic on thursday when i found myself cleaning out the litterbox. i *hate* cleaning the litterbox. yet, there i was, hosing it down in the front yard. <--yeah, i wasn't just replacing the litter...i was *scrubbing* the damn thing. in the meantime, my roommate was upstairs scrubbing the dishes. i guess this kind of anxious neurosis is contagious. although, when i said that to her, she said, "dead tissue is contagious?" oh boy. that's neurosis, not necrosis! (<--thank god!)

anyway...i shouldn't be spending time posting right now. rather, i should be learning everything about the back, arms, & legs. but i couldn't help but take a moment to share the little discussed nasty underbelly of medical school: psychological nausea. i ought to come up with an icd-9 code for that one...after the test, that is. ;-)

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i'm a medical student. just a student. so please, don't take anything i say too seriously. remember that i was an english literature major as an undergrad, so there is much fiction to be found in these pages. do you think i'm telling a story about you or your illness? more likely, you're tapping into my sense of "everyman"--that is, your story resonates with what i write here because it's not so uncommon after all. need help? please, please go see your physician. <--i'm not her. yet. ;-)