If you happen to bump into me in the next 10 days, please overlook the fact that I will compulsively wash my hands before gabbling hellonamegeorginathirdyearmedicaskyouquestionsok?

It's that strange time of year again. Exams are looming and we medics have even less chat than usual. We wander round with a strange, and slightly manic, glazed expression muttering strings of greekylatiny oddness that sound like magic spells, but are in fact the buzzwords of such-and-such-itis-mc-opathy acanthosis, leucocytosis, hyperchromasia. That's not to mention the random strings of letters MI, MEOS, Gly380Arg, COPD. Please don't get me started on drug names. According to my rheumatology notes, injecting God into muscles can help with arthritis. That's some interesting theology right there. Hmm.

Aside from all things medic there's been awesome (new since January) church, and I'm still trying to drag the orchestra brats and bratettes through Ode to Joy. That and lots of girlybrainlessamerican tv, too much diet coke and the occassional hot-cross-bun.

You can find me hanging out on Twitter if you're missing my bloggyblatherings too much - I'm @george_ina - I'll be back after exams, promise.