Exam tomorrow

Panic. Palpitations. The feeling of impending doom. Dry mouth. I can down a litre of water in an hour in a fit of panic.

I can't write clearly. I'm panicking.

Was going through the past year papers when I realised how insufficient my knowledge was. Heart skipped a beat, and I swear I mean it. As in, premature ectopic beat kinda thing. (Q: prescribe an ideal treatment regimen A: short-acting benzodiazepine e.g. midazolam, beta blocker e.g. propanolol for the dry mouth+palpitations+premature ectopic beats, nah just joking)

Talking to Ryan on the phone sorta helped keep my mind off that horror of an exam, so as long as I wasn't looking in the direction of my bed which was strewn with notes that I don't understand. Argh!

Downed a cup of chamomile tea. This time I'm being SMART. Its cholinoceptor agonists would (hopefully) improve my memory! No bad tummy this time round.

Now I'm too panicky to cram in the last bit about diuretics. Take deep breaths. Take deep breaths.

I hate exams.

(And yes I swear that further blog entries won't be strewn with pharmacology terms)
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Oh did I mention. I felt the tremors from the Indonesian earthquakes from this very chair I'm sitting in earlier today. Not the first time in my life, so I sorta knew what was happening at the start and just sat it out calmly. Since everybody's blogging about it, I can't help but to pitch in a word or two too!