Guide to Part IB

Part IB: second year. Scarily, this is where we're at.

Pathology (a.k.a. Path, BOD [Biology of Disease, geddit? special acronyms again...]): essentially Biochemistry gone wrong, with a corresponding increase in complexity. If you think it takes a lot of molecules and junk to make your cells work right, it takes about four times as many (and some the same) to kill the thing when it starts going wrong.

Pharmacology (a.k.a. Pharm, MODA [Modes of Drug Action or somesuch]): Maths, for medics. With a bit of Biochemistry thrown in, because everything's more fun with a list of things to learn.

Neurology (a.k.a. Neuro [seeing a pattern here? Medics are too busy to utter more than two syllables per word], NHB [Neurology with Human Behaviour]): blahblahblahblahblahBLAHBLAHBLAH. Anatomy of the brain, which as a subject we're hazy on ("it's probable that pain is processed in part A of the brain, but it could be anywhere, really"), and Physiology again (for how bits of you talk to other bits), except now with bells on.

Social life: optional extra course.

Sanity: easily removed if it troubles you.

Aaaaaaaaaand she's back.

Love,
Felicity xxx

p.s. I did the Walk of Shame for the first time in my life at the beginning of this term. However, I classed it up by:
a) wearing a coat that completely covered the dress (the 'I'm just wearing a short skirt...' look)
b) waiting until about midday (the 'what, anyone could be walking around dressed like this at this time' look)
c) making The Boyfriend come with me (the 'seriously, we're just out for a nice walk' look)
d) taking the not-through-the-centre-of-town route (damage limitation).

Syphilis...

...does everything. It's the swiss army knife of venereal disease.

Practicals

Ah, the joys of cutting off circulation in your arm until you can't feel anything. Included such instructions as 'You have been provided with a miniature battery-operated vibratory stimulator'. Resulted in such conversations as:
'Tell me what you feel'
'Warm...deliciously warm...your mum'

'I can't feel my fingers'
'Shut your eyes...did you really not notice that I just licked you?'

We are so in this for the innuendo and sadism.

Post-formal Revelry

Right everyone, back to my room for...
...gin and sarcasm!
...absinthe and ennui!
...port and lust!
...champagne and frivolity!
...vodka and masochism!
...kahlua and tango!
...brandy and inappropriate touching!
...tequila and adolescence!
...baileys and duvets!

Back with a vengeance

It's been a little over a week since we were reunited, and things are just as odd as ever. Perhaps 10 times over the past few days have utterances been worthy of blogging, but here is a choice example:
'No, I am not going to superglue a sock to my boyfriend's wang. Or, for that matter, any other part of his anatomy.'