It was the second cycle of the semester as 4th year students (*dances because I’m getting closer to the end*), and it was to be “Phthisiopulmonology”, which is a fancy word for “Study of Tuberculosis”.
We had been warned that the teacher was racist and mean, and truth be told, I didn’t warm up to her the first day. Come Monday morning, she came into class smiling and welcoming, so I relaxed.. See, she isn’t so bad…
If you know me, you’d know I’m uber interested in the nitty-gritty details of building a healthy lifestyle : making healthy meals, inventing recipes and trying them out, working out (lol, yeah, i have a love-hate relationship with this one).
The second week of my summer practise was….something. In the sense that nothing more really happened, and recall last week’s events here . Maybe I had been expecting too much excitement, (imagine a scene from any Grey’s Anatomy episode).. I had been expecting just a little bit of that, which would have been fine, but nope.
I just finished my third year of medical school, which meant a lot to me, but especially these two things :
I’d written (and passed, thank God) five of the most grueling exams I’ve ever taken on, and
I get to begin summer practice (as we’re 3rd/4th year students, it’s basically nursing training)
The practicals consist of two “parts” : surgery and propaedeutics, with each taking two weeks. My group and I started off with Surgery, and luckily we were all assigned to the same hospital.
W e got zero time to recover from exam fever, and having been sent two pdf files detailing instructions concerning addresses and such of our practise in Russian language, and having to decode the whole thing, which really wasn’t a bother, but it did give a sense of foreboding to the coming events..
The rain had slowed to a drizzle, and she was regretting wearing a jacket out, the inside of the car was getting warm. She leaned back into the car seat, silently willing her sweat glands to not act up. She would take it off, but it would be too loud in the pervasive silence that neither of them seemed to want to break. She glances at him quickly, and he too is leaning against his seat, easy smile on his face. But she knew he was a bit tense, his fingers gently drumming against the steering wheel.
She wondered how much longer it could go on, the only sound being the light taps against the roof, and the occasional student walking across the parking lot.
“Liz…”, his voice seems unnaturally loud in her head, and though she knows he wasn’t shouting, she flinches. He doesn’t notice. “Liz… You wanted to talk”Read More »
The laughter was loud, bursting from her throat unbidden. wild and feral. bouncing off the walls of the small, bright room; looking for an escape and finding it through the window by the closed terrace doors.
the neighbors would later comment that it couldn’t have been her. She was usually so quiet and never went off like that.
The dark brown eyes that stared back at her, grew cold at the sound, and she quickly clasped her hand to her mouth, but the damage was done. His cheeks twitched a bit and she saw how he was trying to hold in his anger. was she mocking him? His thoughts clear as day on his face.
the laughter seemed to linger in the room, somehow. like it was a sentient being, sensing the atmosphere in the room; and with its malicious heart, sought to worsen it.Read More »