February 3rd, 2003

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Bleah day. Study day. The lab exam is tomorrow, and I just don't know. Cardiac pathology is going to suck, because McBride isn't like Dr. Smith. He doesn't give us a summary study guide (which I then proceeded to retype) over the major things we should know.
Tomorrow: find time to go through the book (lunch is good. So is Medicine, although Dr. Heger's interesting) and look at its pictures. Go over Cardiac Path one more time. Go in early to look at the pretty pictures in the Kodachromes.
Become Catholic so I have a patron saint. Preferably one with a long record of miracles.
Right now: go to bed so I can get up early.
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The boys are trying to decide whether Thomas Jefferson had syphilis or not. What a strange group we are.
Pathology lab exam...generally sucked. In fact, most of today has generally sucked.
Good things: The complete Amber chronicles came today, as did my First Aid for the USMLE. I called the bank down in Indy and left her a voicemail. One more step closer.
Bad things: Lab exam. All I want to do is nothing, tonight, and I have to study for tomorrow's Cardiac exam.
Good things: I am such a nerd. Excel spreadsheet that I made today to do all my calculating for me on my Medicine exams...the little Excel spreadsheet where all I have to do is enter in my score, and it automatically adds in and totals...the little Excel spreadsheet that, if I tell it how many points my next exam is worth, will tell me what score I need to get on it to get a pass, high pass, or honours pass average in the class (I told you I was a nerd)...that sheet says that if I get a 30% on the Cardiology exam, I'll still be passing. If I get a 71% I'll still be high-passing.
Bad things: I must not have closed the door all the way last night, because Something Bad crept into the room and gave me a nightmare. Angel thinks my habit of closing the door to keep Bad Things out is sort of cute, since we have two giant windows in the wall with only curtains in them, but I know, somewhere in the primeval child part of me, that Bad Things come through Doors, not windows. And you have to keep the door shut, to keep the Bad Things Out.
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It took a good three or four tries to wake Angel up enough for him to understand that I was terrified. But then he said all the right things and held me and let me turn the radio on for noise so I could go back to sleep.
And then when the alarm went off, he was holding me so tightly I couldn't move to reach it. Not much sleep last night.
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