Medical wandering syndrome

I'm here to reveal that, allegedly I'm known to have this Medical wandering syndrome.

The syndrome goes like this, when at times you see me with my eyes wide opened, I might actually be involuntarily frowning or dreaming to a physiology question stuck in my head, or you simply are lost in the wide crowd that I cant see distinguish you from it.

I realize that it's quite rude, but I made sure its incidence is as low as 0.1%, and somehow this 0.1% of people who encountered me during this syndrome can never stop making a drama out of it

:"Oh he's showing off the attitude..."(Bi***, in a world where I'm fighting to finish reading my textbooks ASAP, and soon be utilizing every split second to save some people's life, where the f*** do you think I have time to think of showing an attitude?)

And as a nerd I've always been asked this:"Doesnt your life feel sad?"

And my answer fir now will firmly be:" There's nothing sad in my life other than people around me who think that they know me so well trying to convince me that I have a sad life."

Morning, so you might encounter me during this syndrome today. Beware(to myself)

CSU session. Dr Francis.

Towards the very end of session, after Dr Francis left,
SP said:" It reminds me of the disease progression of my father, when he was saying the progressive stages of heart failure. The edema..Ascites..."

And I was much taken aback by such a bold statement.

I guess the art in medicine is that, given its proximity to humanity, somewhere along the hustle and bustle of everyday life, in the small dimensions of a practice room, from the confident words of a practitioner, we are still able to find a space, or ease to address the smallest flicker of emotions, be it ours or others.

farewells in silence

I've never imagined myself to be safe from the fate of failure, resit, retake. Honest.

One year into this art that Hippocrates honed, the pain of leaving, I can only say, indescribably sharp.
Some of them left, and from then onwards a feeling has been clutching on me, a vague unease,
that found shape when Friend A said:"I lost Friend B in friday, and another one on monday"

news take time to break.