Doing Creatine
I started taking creatine supplements this past summer after I had broken my leg in the winter and had lost a lot of weight due to inactivity and muscle atrophy.
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I started taking creatine supplements this past summer after I had broken my leg in the winter and had lost a lot of weight due to inactivity and muscle atrophy.
On Nov. 2, a few of my classmates and I gathered at a bar to watch the election results. As red started to take over the map, the topic of conversation became the impending second term for Bush. Since we were all medical students, an especially prominent topic of conversation was the health care system.
Last week was absolutely ridiculous. With four exams in five days, by the end of the week, I was at my wit's end. I swear I was seeing blood vessels on my wooden cabinets, and I'm pretty sure my neighbor's dog had the hacking smoker's cough and barrel chest of a person with end-stage emphysema. I guzzled so much Dr Pepper to stay awakeand grew so dependent on it that I started asking it for medical advice.
Sitting in the library a few weeks ago, I saw the first small herd of the year. Dressed in freshly pressed suits, the anxious young men and women were guided through the Medical School by their fourth-year tour guides. Seeing those potential medical school students reminded me of one of my first medical school interviews.
I had never really appreciated the importance of eating. Usually, I grab a quick meal at the hospital cafeteria and inhale it while reading the newspaper or the Internet before getting on with my day.
My mentor once told me there is a saying that before a resident finishes his program, at least one patient will have died as a result of the resident's actions. The saying was not meant to frighten residents, but rather to sober them to the reality of practicing medicine. Patients die because of unaccountable circumstances, unfortunate and unforeseeable reactions to treatments, and sometimes even avoidable mistakes.
I started hearing the echoes of the stomping of Birkenstock clad feet and the roars of approval from feminists the world over. As I continued reading about mice that were produced without fathers in a recent edition of Nature, I was met with a sense of impending doom for myself and my male brethren.
Since elementary school, good grades have been important to me. High grades were a means to an end -- going to a good college, receiving an academic scholarship and getting into medical school. It was never about learning. I took advanced math classes, but I can't even remember how to spell calcqolus.
By persuading my best friend not to watch the ACC championship, I am absolutely certain that I prevented his horrible luck from costing Maryland the title. Although I will probably never receive the credit that I rightfully deserve for my alma mater's victory, the feeling of pride I received in watching them win the championship was more than satisfactory.
Mr. Miyagi ran onto the matt, and slapped his magical hands together with a look of grim determination. He looked Daniel-San right in the eyes, massaged his horribly injured leg, and miraculously, the Karate Kid (Daniel-san) was ready to beat down the Cobra Kai. In 1984, there may not have many options other than Mr. Miyagi in treating deep tissue damage, but times have changed. Nowadays, low level laser therapy has made quick healing a more plausible reality.
I used to make fun of my father by telling him how easy he had it in medical school compared to me. Back in the day when no one knew anything, and it was thought that there were only three elements, earth, water and fire, school must have been a breeze!While the extent of my joking may have been farfetched, nowadays, science has moved to new frontiers of biology and medicine that were simply unimaginable years ago.
Ever since Christmas, mad cow disease has been in the news ad nauseum.Because of one infected Holstein cow raised in Alberta, Canada and brought over to Washington State, there has been a worldwide uproar about this disease.People in the United States have been concerned about the safety of the meat that they consume, and countries all over the world have suspended importing American beef.
For a mother, having a child seems to be a sort of genetic crap shoot. Sometimes, the mother hits the jackpot (i.e. Lebron James). Other times, the mother is not so lucky (i.e. Eminem).But every once in a while, something truly unexpected happens and people are left scratching their heads.
Although exploratory neurosurgery in the field of primate neurocomputation sounds relatively simple, it has, in fact, proven exceedingly difficult for a very long time.