The Vitamin D cycle

This is how I study medicine. I find boring things and turn them into this shit to make them easy to study.

This is the story of how Vitamin D was perverted into its present form. Once, long ago, The 7th (7-dehydrocholesterol) led a happy life. It lived peacefully in the skin, minding its own business and going about its own dehydro duties. Then, misfortune struck, for her virtue brought her to the attention of the Heavens and UV light sought to marry her. 
"Nay, I am sworn to celibacy, Your Brightness" The 7th said.
"But I will make you Queen of the Heavens," said UV, trying to grab her.
The 7th fled in fright and this rejection so angered The Great UV that he cursed her, condemning her to be stripped of her titles, and because she rejected him she would now be available to everyone, hence she was renamed Cal Fer All (Cholecalciferol/D3). 
Cal Fer All was pushed out into the strange world of The Blood where she was buffeted about by all manner of twisted things rushing by. Finally, a blood cell took pity on her and took her to The Liver in the hopes that the Great Modifier might have a solution. 
But this hope backfired for The Liver's response was something along the lines of, "Wha'chu talkin' about nigga? Can an'body understan' a thang of what this here gal is sayin'? Throw out this motha'fucka" 
The Liver's guard, 25-Hydroxylase was ordered to escort out Cal Fer All, but because the guard was a pervert and because she had been declared Fer All, 25-Hydroxylase dragged her to a corner, had his way with her to the extent that she took on his name as her own and pushed her back into The Blood. Cal Fer All, now renamed 25-hydroxy Cal Fer All (25-Hydroxycholecalciferol) went weeping to the kidney where useless things like her were destined. But The Kidney, being a great fortune teller, saw that 25-Hydroxy Cal Fer All still had a use in the body and order his guard 1-alpa Hydroxylase to throw her back in The Blood. But this 1-alpha Hydroxylase, considering himself a great, virile alpha and being brother to the pervert 25-Hydroxylase, also dragged 25-Hydroxy Cal Fer All into a corner and then pushed her back into The Blood. Now known as 1,25-dihydroxy Cal Fer All, her nature had been completely changed. Gone was the sweet child of the skin. In its place was a monster, who perceiving that her second name Calcitriol suggested three Cals, set about finding someone else to share in the trio of misery. Her eye fell on Calcium and Phosphate, setting up house in the Bone and later trying to escape in the intestine. She dragged them, kicking and screaming, back into The Blood and there they drift to this day. 

Words, words, words

Which of us is not aware of the cathartic power of words in a moment of extreme rage. Be they words flung at another person, or scribbled feverishly in an attempt to calm the mind, or even words from another, in a book, a magazine, a blog, a movie perhaps, which seem to so adroitly describe the rage which coils inside oneself.
Needless to say, this post is dedicated to the power of words, brought on in a mockingjay-inspired reverie.

 Now, I'm not saying it's the most well-written of books. I've read better writing styles. But Mockingjay had a powerful ending, one which struck deep. And I must say, the choice of words for that unexpected ending had a big role in making it as interesting as it was.

I love dramatic sentences. And the use of a word in an unexpectedly different way. There's just something about the shape of a certain word, the way it fits a particular situation, the myriad ways in which it can be expressed, which make words something much more than just a means of expression.

Here, have some amateur photography.

All the proof you need of the fact that I'm a proud bibliophile.

And a self-proclaimed writer.

  

Sepia is quite beautiful, is it not? I can see this post has degenerated from a tribute to words, to a mere ramble about some of my idiosyncrasies. But then again, that's what blogging is about, yes? With the only difference being, some bloggers ramble much more eloquently than others and have more interesting lives to ramble about. Alas, for an ordinary life.

The idiocies of men

This is not a feminist post. I'm all for women's rights, because, hell, I don't want to be stuck at home, but I can't get myself all impassioned over it. This is just a rave brought on by desperate housewives. I'm not a fan but I've seen some episodes. And in the last one I saw, I HATED TOM. yes, I gave in to capitals. Asshole leaves his wife for another woman, then doesn't divorce wife, effectively preventing her from moving on, and when his 'lover' hands over the divorce papers to his wife, now ex-wife, he gets angry and says he still cares about the wife. Well, too bad mr. want-every-woman, you gotta choose between the two. But oh no, he must be selfish and dangle them both along. Keep one in case the other ditches him. MEN -_-

10% doctor

With a total of 10 semesters over 5 years, I figure one semester done should make me 10 percent of a doctor, right? Right.
After starting at university again I've realized I need lots of fancy quotes around me to excuse my recently acquired antisocial tendencies. Not to mention, they still haven't shown us any dead bodies. With all the deaths in Karachi, you'd think they'd be able to get their hands on a few cadavers for us, but no. Still not showing us the morbidness which med schools are famous for.

I'M BACK

Hey all,
So after a hiatus of over a year I am back again to start adding inane details about my life to the already overcrowded world of the interwebz. But that's freedom, right?
 Moving on, why have I been away so long and what have I been doing? Mundane questions. Suffice it to say, I've changed from a multitude of incidents. And I like the new me.
Why am I back? Well, I've recently started reading a number of blogs and I've been toying with the idea of restarting my blog. The real pushing factor came from a class fellow's blog, which I unexpectedly stumbled across and which kind of fascinated me. So now, I is back.
What is happening now? I'm in med school, I'm having fun and I'm finding out I have hitherto unsuspected depths of depravity in my soul.
Who do I think will read this? I shall have to wait for the comments for that one.
Until then, bless ye who read this

Time Travelling

So for those of you who don't know nothing about my comic craze, allow me to explain. I love drawing. I have these dreams of becoming a comic artist someday. And NO, I am not one of the sad creatures who wanted to study fine arts but instead are being forced into the murky world of science by the parental body. I simply find the idea of being a doctor plus part-time comic artist, fascinating. So enjoy the bizarre humour of my comics.

Cliches

So yea, we're all taught to frown upon cliches and avoid them at all costs. And nothing is more annoying then having cliched versions of "i told you so!" when you've just flunked a university entrance exam.

But sometimes they're so damn true. Take this for instance,

Grief comes in 5 stages: denial, anger, depression, regret, acceptance.

DENIAL: NO! NO! NO! HOW CAN THIS HAPPEN TO ME! I'M SUPPOSED TO ME SMART! HOW CAN THEY FAIL ME BY 4% *tosses letter aside* this not happening! this is not happening! *starts tearing at hair quite literally*

ANGER: oh so you've rejected me huh? I'll be the best fucking doctor in asia one day and then when you beg me to come work for you I'll spit in your faces! HAH! I'm better then this! I can do so much better! *has no idea what the hell to do* 

DEPRESSION: *lolling around in bed* i wanna diiiiiiiiiiie! *sends emo suicidal text to friend who freaks out and starts texting back like crazy* i was born to loooose! why do people like me exist! *forgets about the exam being held next day*

REGRET: *sits crying at kitchen table in front of mommy* MY FAULT! MY FAULT! I should've worked harder! why didn't i work harder! why did i waste so much time on the computer! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME! *bangs down fist hard enough to spray self and mommy with mashed potato bits* I'll never feel like this again! I'll always work hard for what I want!

ACCEPTANCE: will blog about it when it comes -_-


Currently, I'm still hovering between no 3 and 4 with random bursts of hysterical-laughter induced optimism thrown in.