il Mago

Magic. Getting pimped.

They seem to share a common thread. Sweating through yet another question barrage is almost like trying to pull a rabbit out of a hat. You pray for that magical white, fluffy answer to appear in your head and save you from even more humiliation at the hands of your supervisor.

Dr. Pimp: What KEY structure is innervated by the nerve that I have isolated with my Kelly probe?

Kelly who? aw man, all I can think of is sweet Jenny Garth on 90210. I'd like to probe that.

Dr. Pimp: Which BSACRONYM trial showed the gold standard for post-operative management of secondary bowel anastomosis after right hemi-colectomy on a 67 year-old male with previous history of ulcerative colitis and he still wants to maintain his gluttonous lifestyle of ribs, rib salads, and blended rib shakes?

I am so tired. Why did he have to mention ribs. I haven't eaten in 13 hours! Oh no, here comes the hotshot.

Clerk Knows-a-lot: Well, Dr. Pimp the appropriate management as cited in the recent MAKINGYOULOOKBAD trial showed that...

And so it will happen thus. Over the next 1.5 weeks of my last true holiday as a medical student I am mentally preparing myself for the subsequent 1.5 years of beatdowns that even Mike Tyson would be ashamed to dish out...even without the ear-nibbling. I guess the only solace I can take away from this is that everyone before me had been through this same process and had come out standing. That and maybe once in a while the skills I picked up from Siegfried and Roy Summer Camp o' Tricks will come in handy.