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Gaston as THAT medical student: a thread.
“Yeah my dad is a Professor here. Actually a Fellow of the Royal Society but it’s ok if you don’t know what that is.”
Some people would be embarrassed by a low-cut scrub top chest hair situation but not Gaston. Any excuse.
On the gastro ward round and the dietician is deeply concerned by his diet of *checks notes* FIVE DOZEN eggs each morning.
His clinical partner has just been to get her free copy of the BNF from pharmacy.
Pleased with himself after managing a blue in the ACF of a 25 year old bodybuilder.
His inevitable inauguration as MedSoc President.
Leading his troops to Vodka Revs for ‘free shots’ that definitely don’t add up to what they have paid for in advance of attending this pub crawl.
When the anatomy demonstrator says they don’t know the answer to his question but will look it up.
The respiratory team are not impressed by his self-professed aptitude for the specialty.
Outside the OSCE station when he’s convinced he’s smashed it but we all know he’ll be back for a resit.
The FY1 explains no-one’s been able to bleed the patient in bed 17.
When another student is able to beautifully draw out and annotate the Brachial Plexus, whilst he thought it was a series of roundabouts near Birmingham.
Neither history taking nor empathy are his forte.
It’s been a tough ward round, it’s probably about time he claimed some teaching to get to.
Anyway, we’ve had enough of your shit Gaston.
