The end is indeed nigh.
In just a few more short weeks, I'll have been done with pathology, and 50% done with second year of medical school. A number of upper classmates mentioned that at the end of this term, you'll like a mini-doctor. For whatever reason, that feeling hasn't hit me yet.
Maybe it the lack of putting theoretical knowledge to practical use. While I understand how and why things go wrong, as well as what it'll look like when it does, I can't help but feel incomplete without the knowledge of what to do about it.
I think it's going to take watching some House, M.D. episodes to start feeling like I know my stuff.
Well, Paget's disease won't learn itself. Adios.
