I whisper your name (ayradyss) wrote,
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"Roentgenograph" is stick-up-your-nose academic speak for "X-Ray"

I can't even pronounce "roentgenographic", can hardly spell it - and that's saying a lot. In my notes, I have it down as 'X-Ray'. Only snobs call it a roentgenograph. It's because William Roentgen discovered X-rays, and called 'em X-rays because he didn't know anything about it. Or something like that.

I got one page of notes done tonight. Which puts me....31 pages behind. And tomorrow I'm supposed to come up with...*checks the schedule* Nothing. Bingo. Maybe I can catch up. But I have it in my mind that Bustamante has more notes for us tomorrow, notes that I'm sure Smith'll find amusing to put on the exam. And Kim doesn't wrap up 'till Tuesday (Even money says he doesn't finish; he's only gotten through 9 pages of 22 in two days). Goddamn it. It's just not fair to end a 22-page lecture on the day before the exam that covers it.

Red blood cells: 27 pages, plus an 8-page supplement.
White blood cells: 25 pages, plus a 3-page supplement.
Joints: 13 pages.
Bones: 24 pages, plus a 2-page outline.
Skin: 22 pages, plus a 3-page "classification of melanomas" handout.
Total: 111 pages, plus 16 pages of supplements. This is going to suck.

And I think Bustamante said something about a lecture on soft tissue tomorrow. But she's scheduled to start female genital. Please, God. No more notes for this exam.

Every night before I go to bed, I say two prayers:
Dear God: Please don't let the Tumour Necrosis Factor get me.
Dear Tumour Necrosis Factor: If you're bigger than God, I'm sorry.

Dr. Smith
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