Tag Archives: Something I Call Strategy
I Nearly Served You Bugs
Two facts which may be inter-related: I have a cast-iron stomach. I have a tendency to experience my world through taste. Evidence supporting Fact #1: Not counting years beyond my conscious recall (say, prior to primary school), I have suffered … Continue reading
Better Than Before
I have to correct some misconceptions – my own. It turns out that my oddball study methods don’t suck as badly as I thought. In fact, in the written exam, for once I skated right over the top of the … Continue reading
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Whip It
Ninety-five hours after the last ‘pens down’ and the annual season of sleeplessness and self-flagellation is almost behind me. Not that I’m still sleepless and whipping myself – I just think it would be premature to declare the season closed … Continue reading
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Not Nearly So Nekked
Once is funny. More than once is still funny, but starts to look oddly deliberate. Thus, my main goal for the first day of 2011 was to not make a New Year’s tradition of getting myself locked outside naked. In … Continue reading
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If Wishes Were Fishes I’d Have A Rainbow Trout
After loving psychiatry so much, my rotation through the maternity ward reminded me of all the things I will miss out on if I follow the psych pathway instead of rural general practice like I had always planned. So the … Continue reading
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