Medical Student Problems
"Boy, tell me what are the complications of PPROM" I looked up from my notepad. I've been burying my face in it, scribbling furiously what the specialist has been vomiting out for the past half an hour. Well, not just that. I've been trying to make myself invisible from the Dr's hawk eyes, like a rat scurrying into cover from the majestic bird. She was looking directly at me, her sharp glare tearing into my soul. I froze. Oh faeces, she's talking to me. The whole obs and gynae rotation flashed behind my eyes, like how a dying person experience seeing all the good and the bad that they've done throughout their lifetime. I remembered how I was nodding off to sleep as my group mate was presenting his case, a fine bed-time story if were to tell you. It wasn't my fault, I've always been a sleepy head. Heck, I could fall asleep standing up. I'd be resting my eyes and the next thing I know it's 10 minutes later! In my mind was chaos, I knew I