In other news, I think I have that med student hypochondriacs syndrome. I have wondered if I had TB or chronic bronchitis (I have, afterall traveled to endemic areaas and lived in a major city all my life, NOT to mention the whole health care profession thing). I remember during the whole genetics pathology part wondering why anyone would want a baby, knowing all the crazy deformities that occur, and also feeling that it must be some miracle that I don't have some strange congenital malformation or some sort. Now I am starting to worry about what will happen to me when I hit my 50s, or what Dana likes to call, the every thing gets *bleep*ed up years. So many diseases, if not emergent in your childhood, or during your early 20s, will just pop up when you're middle aged. Like one day, you are totally normal and the next day it's like the Great War has started in your body. I don't want to get to the point in my career where I can finally enjoy the fruits of my labors and then suddenly have a crippling disease. That actually frightens me.
Okay, so I lied, there is no way I can NOT talk about medical school or medicine. I tried.

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