1.12

The long arm of Y chromosome is void of genes. Except for one determining excessive channel surfing.

M, I've got very bad news for you. Spermatozoon DOES have a GPS. A first quality one, to be precise. With an ovum serving as a caring satellite.

30.11

The campus is covered with snow. Everything is whiter, seems brighter. Only the chimney remains untouched.

29.11

In every woman there's a princess indeed. She doesn't live in a tower, though. She lives on a hill with her three maids who serve her while growing up.
Her hill is surrounded by lake, but she's perfectly well-supplied with food. Everything is designed to provide the precious princess with as much comfort and safety as possible. The three maids work their hands to the bones to get rid of everything that possibly may not be wanted. The lake serves as a big cushion or a jet engine should her majesty need transportation.
Our princess lives in a land called Ovary. She's real. Commonly known as an ovum. And she's not that unique. Every woman is born with 50 000 of them.
Now, think of the monthly pleasures. Don't you think, that it is a princess? A very fussy one, duh.

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26.11

Med school if so full of surprises.
Veins tend to vanish mysteriously.
History of medicine consists only of ancient ages.
You draw parasites and they're leveled with Pokemons.
Chemistry is the best sedative.
And your assistant from anatomy disappears somehow before Xmas, just when you all had plans to finally pass all the material. <just peachy>

Now I'm waiting for my piece of rare pork. A heart, of course. :P

16.11

I'm literally snowed under books, atlases, notes, scripts, etc. But finally got access to the net. So now I can keep up with the outer world. And hear/read all the news from this strange, non-medical world. I'm too engrossed in all that medical drama. Ugh, I cannot even think up a proper post. But only couple of days of strict studying left, and then the fun part will begin... :D OK, sort of. But it'll. ;)

3.11

Back to the dorm. Tired of living constantly on bags.

History of medicine:
1. Physicians in Egypt were paid in kind.
2. In Egypt one doctor specialized in one organ only. Just imagine the queues. Poland represents nothing in comparison.
3. Hypocrates didn't write his oath. Imhotep did it. Plagiarism!
4. First scale of medical charges was introduced by Hammurabi. Malpractice was fined by cutting off bith hands.
5. If your new slave turn out to have leprocy or epilepsy, you could return him. Half a year warranty.

23.10

I seem to never get enough of my personal favourite, anatomy. Once it stuck to me, I cannot get rid of it.
Yesterday, after "pins" I went to Cracow to counterbalance the stress of my exam. But my subconscious thought otherwise. It turned out that my footsteps led me to a bookstore. I emerged from there with a coloring book. An anatomy coloring book.
Dear Santa,
this year please don't bother with any nice gift. Just order it here http://www.anatomywarehouse.com/anatomical-models/ or here http://www.hometrainingtools.com/anatomical-models/c/174/.

19.10

The ultimate loner is finally getting her own room. Will be sharing a flat with a guy with the nicest, sweetest, coolest name in the world (got the hint? :D) who will be there only 3 days each week. I'm already feeling lonely. Wanna pay me a visit? :D
P.S. Gosh, I'm sooo gonna miss the view from my window (see below) and ants. And B. And killing silverfish. And our own Trichomonas Vaginalis. ;(

17.10

Getting to know with parasites definitely isn't conductive to eating peacefully. A nice peace of meat isn't the same anymore after you realized what could have made it's habitat inside your dinner. Ugh. Luckily, I don't know anything about poultry parasites. ;)

15.10

Che.mis.try. goes. by. so. slowly. Es.pe.cia.lly on Fri.day af.ter.noon.
And after you've slept only 4 hours trying to get a grasp on anatomy.
To no avail. And then lovely brunch (breakfast on anatomy days doesn't
exist) with parasites (part two).
Going to take some naps... eee, I mean notes.
xoxo

11.10

I've become an average med student today. Average one sleeps 6h a day.
And, despite my solemn swears, so did I. And I'm gonna do it today.
Ugh.
My roomie is pissed off cuz I memorize a tad bit faster than her. And
doesn't wanna study in the same room as me. Just peachy. Ugh. Ugh.
Muscles aren't cool. Especially when they play hide&seek with you.
And have numerous heads. And are permanently in their decaying stage.
Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.

9.10

Finally getting my peace back. Sitting in my blue-pinkish cave, listening to the radio. With parasites on my lap, of course. But I had to recover somehow from the shock: getting the worst from my nightmare - anatomy. Chocolate helped a lot, I must admit.
Now, I got to go - a late night date with Sobotta awaits.

Still living with B. Ants seem to reconsider accomodation in our apartment (judging by price it obviously is.)

Also discovered a perfect time for an afternoon nap - anatomy lecture on Friday. ;) (guy talked about things we already have learned and is impossible to understand - elderly guy is half-paralyzed and (shock!) isn't substituted yet).

xoxo

Day Three - 5.10

First encounters with bones are cool. Knowledge and experiences seem
to evaporate from them. It's so cool to seek for no-longer-existing
creeks and to observe additional holes. As long as you don't open
books, it's all right. Then even parasites are a yummy piece of cake.

Day One - 1.10

Oh, lucky you! All of your classes begin at 8 AM! Each and every day. (And each and every day you have no more than two.)
OK, so you get up, grab your lab coat and rush. First is Medical Biology. To you it means parasites and stuff.
Let's begin! So, how it is: 20 people in their twenties (most), dressed in their brand new lab coats, seated in front of microscopes, adjusting them to... DRAW. Each and every sticking their tongue trying to painstakingly copy the erythrocyte. In the right shade of pink.
How the hell was I supposed to know, that I have to draw in Med School?! :O

Day 0 - 30.09

Part One. You wake up well before the dawn and start your rush. You speed to Zabrze, breaking several speed limits on your way, because the queue has already started. The race to get a perfect accommodation for the next year (well, as good as possible...). OK, you are there, you squeeze into the queue to get to the front as fast as possible, to get it - the single room. You get ready for the battle, but ooops... you get a double - single rooms all booked since August.
Part Two. Rush to the Dean's office. To the meeting there. You end up being late and hear nothing of the speeches from your place in the corridor. You end up socializing instead. You still w8 for your matricula. To no avail. Luckily, you get your student ID. So you can join the queue to the library. You spend there only 6 hours, but the last 2 pass without you realising - you're oxygen-deprived due to being squeezed. But you have your victory - 6 kg of bricks... eee... books...
Part Three. Finally you get to your dorm and have time to ogle it properly. You don't only live with your roommie, B. You already have pets. Ants. Goodnight.

Countdown

Finally. After so many years of wanting I finally got there. Just one more week at home left. And then...? The big unknown...

Time to begin the countdown...

Zabrze, I'm coming!!!