Auscultating the Chest.

I was in a bad mood today. And I sprawled my Facebook profile with the filthiest and the most common profane used. Afterwards I felt bad when I got messages from my friends consoling me and one message that snapped my anger and produced rather a guilt was from one of my high school friend who said that of all the girls out there he thought I was the one who has got it figured it out. Shame and guilt came over me for my momentary lapse of losing grip over my bizzare emotions but moreover I cannot fathom the reason for my devastating anger. And the readiness for contrition is because I hate not smiling.

Now I am chilled. Chilled as ever and laughing with my friends over silliest of the events that unfolds in our lives.
Because medicine without humour can be hard.
Plus I changed my blog name to a dr.DOOFUS. Yeah Doofus till I specialize.

And that actually happened to one of my friends. :D                                                      
                                                           p3@ce-dr.Doofus.

When the Myope gave the viva.

                                                            p3@ce-dr.Diksha

Swimming Desires.

Medic 1: Dude that place looks awesome. I want to take a dip in it.
Medic 2: Yeah right and present few months later with a rhinosporidiosis, with a lump in your nose and throat.
Medic 1: (Groans).

                                                    p3@ce-dr.Diksha