So it’s happening again. After sorting out my eyes a few years back, my wisdom teeth have decided to join the revolt against my body. What did I ever do to them?!
Once again, this puts me in the unusual position of med-student-turned-patient. I’ve never been seriously ill, operated on, or had to travel to get the care I need. So to suddenly need oral surgery in the next few months in a city 3 hours from my own… well, it’s interesting, to say the least.
I’ve been using the word “neurotic” an awful lot lately. And no, I’m not going to quote the Oxford Dictionary and tell you what it means like this is a grade 10 English project. That’s what bloody Google is for.
Anyway. It led me to think, I’m pretty neurotic. I worry about a lot of stuff. Some of it seems pretty reasonable, like passing the comprehensive exam at the end of this year, eventually seeing an optic disc with an opthalmascope, not killing anyone during my clerkship years… But a lot of it is pretty ridiculous. A list of my favourite worries and cares are below for your enjoyment and derision: