The trials (only! - tribulation-free since 2011) of a medical student, often in poorly-drawn art form. The 'student doctor' crowd may be able to commiserate; I expect the rest to gain some insight into why the kid in the short white jacket who is 'not quite their doctor' looks so tired.
Updates for Monday and Friday, as possible.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Here There Be Zebras
There is some little tricks to responding to pimp questions. Ideally, you know the right answer and you state it with conviction. The other 90% of the time, your best bet is to offer some useful knowledge that shows a reasonable chain of logic. Failing that, your best bet is to tell the questioner "I don't know" directly.
The worst possible option is to mess up the second option and give an unreasonable chain of logic that draws randomly from your fund of knowledge. It is possible to use basic science to support the correct answer; it is generally not possible to derive the correct answer, a priori, from the basic sciences.
Some medical students master these rules quickly. Some, to the chagrin of everyone around them, do not. It becomes very painful to be one of the other medical students in the room...
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