In it, I had finally, finally, FINALLY finished medical school. It is the future. Everything looks like the future Cambridge in that Star Trek episode (pictured), DeLoreans whizzing in the skies and all. But due to budget constraints and increasingly pissy dons, the University is entirely run by robots now (with the Vice-Chancellor bearing an eerie resemblance to Futurama's 'Mom'). I am happy to finally, after what seems like gazillions of years (and probably is), graduate. But when I click on the University's Online Graduation System to receive my Virtual Diploma(TM)**, this suddenly pops up:
I'M GOING TO FAIL MY EXAMS!
Anyhoo, recently two medical bloggers gave the blogosphere a scare when they decided to quit blogging in favour of, you know, having lives. (Ah, the good ol' days, back when we had lives...What's that you say? You still HAVE lives? Oh. --Editor) Everyone's favourite underdog surgeon HospitalPhoenix has left the blogosphere after a troll attacked him on his blog (and I'm not talking about the kind you find in Hogwart's toilets --Ed) and thought-provoking med student writer MedStudentGod of Creating The Godcomplex also decided to call it quits.
Then, in the last week, both of them dropped comments here. I sensed the dam cracking--
--and now they've both returned to the blogosphere. MedStudentGod realised that the rants were building up in him, and Phoenix just had to show off his new 'The Golden Compass' daemon. (So he got a lion. Big deal. I would've gotten a lion too, just that I, uh, slipped when holding the mouse and ended up with a, well, mouse. But I'm actually a lion. Yep. No, really. Dammit, why is my nose growing? That chemist Geppetto SAID this cream'd stop it growing!--Ed)
I guess we all get the impulse to stop blogging at times (if you don't blog, good for you. You've prolly got a life --Ed) but I maintain that the life of a medic contains too much widescreen madness not to write about. It's why I keep blogging, despite great incentive to stop (mostly in the form of my Director of Studies screaming at me "Are you still writing that stupid blog, dumbass? You're THREE FRIGGIN' WEEKS from exams and you're blogging?!" right before I get hit in the face with a Pathology textbook. --Ed).
**First-Class graduates get a Complimentary Online Handshake from the Vice-Chancellor -- you put your hand on your mouse and it vibrates for TEN WHOLE SECONDS. Some even say the Vice-Chancellor herself presses the button on the other end. A senior who graduated with a first class once actually let me touch his mouse -- it was the most motivating thing in the world. Felt a bit sticky, though, and when I asked him why, he turned red and mumbled something about the weather. Weirdo.