Test One is coming up on Monday and I'm in over my head with the cardiovascular system, pulmonary system, asthma, cancer, sleep apnea, ischemia, myocardial infarctions (fancy word for heart attacks), and hypertension.
When my Venezuelan professor (reason number zillion why it's hard to understand this class...it's taught in an interesting variation of my first language) tells us to remember the difference between the right and left sides of the heart, this is what I think:
Based on the amount of time she has spent espousing the dangers of smoking, you'd think cigarettes are the pitfall of all health problems. Pregnant? You smoked didn't you!? Flu? Put down the menthol. Broken leg? DON'T YOU KNOW WHAT CIGARETTES DO!?
I've heard that authentic homemade gumbo is the best food to eat when preparing for a test. And it just so happens that I'm traipsing home with Tyler for the day. Hey Sharbear, gumbo? Pretty please? A Very Lucky Girl is publicly begging you.