I cannot believe how long it is since I've done anything on this site, and even longer since I made a journal entry. My last one was 1st year orientation day, for crying out loud! I am now between my second and third year of med, which means I'm about to embark on genuine clinical work next year. Translation: I get to traumatise real patients. Given my unwavering dedication to my purpose for existence, I'm getting plenty of practice by traumatising patients down at the pathology centre, where I collect various bodily fluids, using a range of mediaeval torture instruments, for one eighth of a pittance each week.

Actually, I lie. The pay's not bad, and I've only traumatised about four people. But one of them fianted, and one of them cursed my name and family to the seventh generation, so I figure that balances out (if I conveniently ignore the fact that the fainter had low blood sugar and the one who cursed my name was cursing everyone elses names as well).