Physical diagnosis class is turning out to be one hilarious hour. We get to feel each other up. And by that, I mean practice the physical exams we've learned. We were on the lower extremities, and of course, that meant touching in all the uncomfortable areas around the groin. Yeah. My all male, mostly heterosexual group decided to avoid awkwardness by having each person palpate himself. This was only possible up to a certain extent. Half way through the session, no wonder the instructor thought it odd that in our group everyone had his hand down his pants, touching in silence.
Nothing like male bonding.
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And to think I didn't want to go to Med School. Perhaps you're changing my mind.
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