Memoirs of a medical student

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Medical school is not easy and it gets even worse when you get to final year...you get drilled and grilled all in the notion that you will be a doctor in a year time.
Ward rounds gets longer, night calls get longer and more demanding, case presentation increases, and gets deeper...procedures more imminently compulsory.
Am presently in the clinic waiting for a procedure to commence, i feel fatigued and drained out after a looooong ward presentation...and my mistake, i didn't eat breakfast before coming to this hellhole...

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