Some dried purple flowers fell into the shower drain from my head this evening. It occurred to me they could have been stuck in there for some time, and unbeknownst to me, took a quiet ride through my daily life like little stowaways buried under red curls. Which tree I brushed to get them in […]
Tag: third year of medical school
Mexican Mocha Zucchini Bread
So I absolutely loved psychiatry. It was my favorite shelf exam to study for because of questions like: “A nun is found in a distant city working in a cabaret. She is unable to remember anything about her previous life.” No joke, a real question stem. Don’t you want to know this ex-nun? The problem […]