Perhaps two years into my medical degree isn't the best time to realise this. But I was good at Maths. I liked it. I got a sense of achievement from finishing a problem, and I was always pretty sure when I'd got it right. None of this silly multiple-choice nonsense, where all the answers are partly right but one is more right than the others. No stupid intracellular processes that activate millions of other equally complicated and equally dull processes. Best of all, no stupid kidneys. I hate kidneys.
Yes, ok, I never really got the point of integration. Or imaginary numbers. But I got the logic behind getting the answer, and I could get the answer. I didn't have to revise with 4 people that know more than me, because here's the thing- I understood it all.
Maybe if I'd done Maths I'd be happy now, not sat here on a bank holiday wondering whether I really need to know the functions of the liver at all. Ok, I accept, might be of some use in my future career. However learning some PHI models of addiction, health motivation and self-regulation will probably get me more marks. As we're into last-minute cramming, I think it's one or the other. I hope none of my future patients are jaundiced.
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