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imperfect_cupcake · 11-18-2015, 02:49 AM

In my final four weeks of school. The week before I had the last practical midterm I'll ever have in anatomy. I suck at anatomy practicals because someone names a muscle, then you tell your "body" how to position themselves on the massage table, you then palpate the muscle belly, stating: origin, insertion, nerve, artery, and actions. We have to memorize 270 out of 320 pairs of muscles in the body.
We also have to demonstrate how to muscle test each one. For example if you want to muscle test the gluteus medius the body is laying on their back and I bring the leg into slight abduction, and flextion at about 5 degrees and get them to resist further abduction.
Glute *minimus* however, the leg is abducted, flexed to 20 degrees, internally rotated and then I get them to resist abduction.

The examiner tells you a muscle and you have two minutes to demonstrate this.p, while also talking about the palpation quality of the tissue, and the result of the muscle test.

It's repeated five times for five different muscles, for a total of 10 minutes, then they give you a body landmark - like a nerve pathway, an artery pathway, a pulse location, a boney landmark like the radial tuberocity, and you have to find it and show how you know that's what it is and they put their fingers where yours are and double check.

I panick and freak out on these regularly. Singly hecUse someone barking orders holding a clip board and scribbling down everything I do makes me highly nervous. I can tell stories at parties, but I can't do scrutiny. I used to freeze and stammer and sweat and shake. Now I blather like a fucking idiot, and sweat and say things backwards.

But, this last one, I don't even remember it, I was in full panick mode, blathering incoherently, sweat running down my neck and back, and I left thinking "holy shit I failed. That was awful. I actually had no fucking clue what I was doing. I don't even remember what I said. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck."

And failing isn't really an option five weeks before grad. It means I wouldn't graduate.

I got my test paper result back today. 94%

Apparently, when blathering like complete knob and on autopilot is still know my stuff. It's actually in my skull.

So, I phoned my dad and got to tell him I passed that midterm with 94%

That brought me a fuckton of joy today.

11-18-2015, 02:49 AM	#6372
imperfect_cupcake Senior Member How Do You Identify?: feminine dolly dyke Preferred Pronoun?: Your Grace Relationship Status: I put my own care first Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: In a gauze of mystery Posts: 1,776 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 2,426 Thanked 9,712 Times in 1,611 Posts Rep Power: 21474853	In my final four weeks of school. The week before I had the last practical midterm I'll ever have in anatomy. I suck at anatomy practicals because someone names a muscle, then you tell your "body" how to position themselves on the massage table, you then palpate the muscle belly, stating: origin, insertion, nerve, artery, and actions. We have to memorize 270 out of 320 pairs of muscles in the body. We also have to demonstrate how to muscle test each one. For example if you want to muscle test the gluteus medius the body is laying on their back and I bring the leg into slight abduction, and flextion at about 5 degrees and get them to resist further abduction. Glute minimus however, the leg is abducted, flexed to 20 degrees, internally rotated and then I get them to resist abduction. The examiner tells you a muscle and you have two minutes to demonstrate this.p, while also talking about the palpation quality of the tissue, and the result of the muscle test. It's repeated five times for five different muscles, for a total of 10 minutes, then they give you a body landmark - like a nerve pathway, an artery pathway, a pulse location, a boney landmark like the radial tuberocity, and you have to find it and show how you know that's what it is and they put their fingers where yours are and double check. I panick and freak out on these regularly. Singly hecUse someone barking orders holding a clip board and scribbling down everything I do makes me highly nervous. I can tell stories at parties, but I can't do scrutiny. I used to freeze and stammer and sweat and shake. Now I blather like a fucking idiot, and sweat and say things backwards. But, this last one, I don't even remember it, I was in full panick mode, blathering incoherently, sweat running down my neck and back, and I left thinking "holy shit I failed. That was awful. I actually had no fucking clue what I was doing. I don't even remember what I said. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck." And failing isn't really an option five weeks before grad. It means I wouldn't graduate. I got my test paper result back today. 94% Apparently, when blathering like complete knob and on autopilot is still know my stuff. It's actually in my skull. So, I phoned my dad and got to tell him I passed that midterm with 94% That brought me a fuckton of joy today.