ok so between anatomy flashcards and my third oat latte of the day i have somehow become That Friend who knows every medical museum in london, ngl it's less a personality and more a coping mechanism. i drag my coursemates round these on weekends when i should be revising (i am revising, technically, if you squint). here's the lineup that makes me feel things other than exam dread, ranked by vibes not science because i am too tired for methodology.
omg the actual wooden operating table??? climbed those spiral stairs sweating more than during my anatomy resit, elite trauma bonding with victorian surgeons ngl
free entry which is the only reason i still have hobbies, the specimens are unreal and i had a small emotional moment about john hunter's dedication vs my own crushing exhaustion
the actual lab where penicillin happened omg, stood there having an antibiotics moment while also googling if my loan interest counts as a public health crisis
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