Farewells

Farewell, Block Four!

Farewell, Hematology. We don't really get along that well. You see, you get me all confused.

Even until now, I don't think I'll be able to recognize myelocytes and myeloblasts and lymphocytes & lymphoblasts and plasmablasts and all the rest of your deadly arsenal.

And I still confuse AML with ALL and CML with CLL. Or wait, maybe it's AML with CML and ALL with CLL I'm confused with. Hmmmm. And of course, how could I ever forget Hodgkin's and the Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma and the rest of the family?? Well truth be told, it was pretty easy.

You gave me headache and you did a splendid job of getting me to state of depression in less than thirty minutes with the laboratory exam you set up with your Pathology buddies. Oh, well. No use crying over spilled milk. And it was pretty much my fault why I messed up.

I don't think you know this, but I actually kind of liked you. I guess the feeling isn't mutual, huh? I hope to get to know you better, though. Don't worry. I won't be pursuing you.

Farewell, Cardiology!

I guess you know by now you have swept me off my feet. I am utterly captivated. I cannot resist the charms of myocardial infarctions and the rest of the coronary syndromes. My heart skips a beat and dances a jig when I hear the sweet, arrhythmic sound of arrhythmias.

You are such a hard-to-get. I had an epistaxis and almost bled to death listening to your lectures. And I am still hopeless with ECGs. Trying to interpret a strip makes me feel like an archaeologist making sense of hieroglyphic inscriptions.

You give me every reason to get discouraged. But I won't give up on you. I'll never give up on you. I'll pursue you till the very ends of the earth.

This is just a temporary setback in our relationship. Goodbye for now. But you'll be seeing a lot of me someday soon. You can count on that.

xoxo.


PS. Hello Block 5. Let's get along together, shall we?