So I’ve noticed on my blog and most of the other medblrs I follow that there have been a metric crapton (units=kg/crapⁿ, n=number of craps) of asks from concerned pre-meds about their grades. It’s the end of the year. You’re getting your grades. Activate freakout mode.
OMGOMGOMG, count me in as someone who needs to totally calm his tits. I’ve been freaking out the entire semester D:
“ I can live with doubt, and uncertainty, and not knowing. I think it’s much more interesting to live not knowing than to have answers which might be wrong. I have approximate answers, and possible beliefs, and different degrees of certainty about different things, but I’m not absolutely sure of anything, and then many things I don’t know anything about, such as whether it means anything to ask why we’re here, and what the question might mean. I might think about it a little, but if I can’t figure it out, then I go on to something else. But I don’t have to know an answer. I don’t feel frightened by not knowing things, by being lost in a mysterious universe without having any purpose, which is the way it really is, as far as I can tell, possibly. It doesn’t frighten me. ” ~ Richard Feynman; (Born 95 years ago today, May 11, 1918)
Histologic section of lung showing foamy alveolar infiltrate of Pneumocystis carinii pneumonia: MC AIDS-defining opportunistic infection. Occurs with CD4 T helper cell count is under 200 cells/ÂµL. Rx with trimethoprim/sulfamethoxazole.
A runaway but 2, 3, anol puppy in the middle of a physics lab.
#ochem #physics #chemistry #carbon #lab