What Really Grinds My Gears

I'm sure all of you sweated as much as I did during the Therapeutics "Exercise in Futility" this morning, but there's no way you said as many dirty words as I did. It should be said that it was an okay way to learn, but everything else about it really grinded my gears.


In fact, some of the questions were outright counterintuitive and I'm not sure I was supposed to -- as a pharmtarded student who relies on the shitty-poo-poo lectures I'm given -- reason that the solution to a patient with GERD who can't tolerate the corrosiveness of her drug is to give her...more drug (less often)! Don't get me wrong, it *is* a nice lesson to learn before I take my little red wagon of mortars, pestles and torsion balances out into the real world. This is therapeutics, don't they know that *lab* is "the real motherfucking world™"? The best part is even the 4th year was like "I wouldn't have thought that either." Gee thanks, it's great to know that even passing the class won't make it make sense. There's only one fictional character that can help us now: Judge Fudge


Well a lot of help he is.
Okay, so I ended up cornering SheMaJo after class...


No, not like that
Anyway, I cornered SheMaJo after class and half-complained about how a lot of the questions required trips to the literature, interpreting ambiguous answers, etc etc. Her response was that I probably learned a lot. Good job SheMaJo -- I did. But I'm sure we can find a way for me to learn this that doesn't gut my grade and also doesn't require me to spend evenings thumbing through DiPiro when I'm already teaching pharmacokinetics to a special needs child (Hint: It's me).

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