Hippocratic Aphorism of the Day

"Life is short, and the Art long"

I think the one thing that third year is really good at making you feel is inadequate. There is so much that you feel that you should know already, be able do do already, be able to explain already, that you spend half the time wanting to curl up in a ball and the other half wanting to cram (ok, so maybe the desire to cram only comes when you're being pimped). Somehow I find this aphorism especially reassuring: I mean the ancients didn't even have to contend with the biochemical process of disease and still they found medicine an overwhelming topic. Of course, they also went around tasting urine, so maybe I shouldn't use them as a gold standard.