Clinical Skills

Okay, the paper B next week, otherwise known as OSCEs, carry a huge 50% for the entire year's marks. It basically consists of looking at histological slides, identifying bones, etc and demonstrating proficient clinical skills such as cardiorespiratory/abdominal examinations, CPR, etc.

I never knew that practising clinical skills could be so fun and funny! Our dear 'auntie' yesterday intended to check my back for sacral oedema (water retention in the lower back). Instead she said "I'm checking for his scrotum (instead of sacral oedema)..." Wahahaha! I just burst out laughing. Okay, let's not be so bad to her.

Then I went to the kitchen to wash my dishes later on, and the 'auntie' said "Come and look for me before you go to bed". Now she got me really curious and suspicious there. My perverseness started kicking in again and I was thinking what on earth did I do just now. Well, I taught her how to perform a cardio examination so maybe she might reward me with... ... ... Hahaha! What stupid thoughts... And before I knew it, my parasympathetic system was activated again, and my little brother stood up, parallel to the ground! And I was wearing my boxers... Argh! You know when the inner part (glans) of your ehem touches something, it will hurt. To conceal my 'little brother' and stop the pain, I had to bend over at the sink to allow the boxers to expand at the front. Well, the trick didn't last for long.

As I thought I wasn't feeling anymore pain, I concluded that 'he' was no longer in the flag raising position. So I stood up normally again. Just then, the 'auntie' asked me some questions, and I started to talk to her. And suddenly, she exclaimed "Oh my god! I can see your little brother sticking out there". I looked down and hold and behold, it was! And oh no, that wasn't the end of it. She went around the flat telling everyone to come and take a look. Thank god 'he' quickly went down and took cover in time. That's it! I don't care what people say anymore. I'll continue being a commando! I love being commando!

Today's England match wasn't that impressive but I'm hoping they'll improve on as the matches continue. Exam stress does get the most crazy part of you! Rama and I had a bathing competition just now to see who could bathe faster. Of course I won! Went into the toilet, took off clothes, bathed, and wore back clothes. All in all, 4 minutes. Still slow compared to army timings when we only rinsed in the water for 30 seconds on the first day. Gosh, I do miss army days even though I'm dreading having to go back this summer. How ironic! But back to studying...