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Thursday, March 5, 2015

Lecture slides: Dermatology: Cutaneous TB

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Lecture slides: Surgery: Acute abdominal pain

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Musings of a Firstula (Part 2)

By~ Hajra Saeed, First Year.

So sitting in a biochem lecture *not listening to a word of it of course *, here I describe the second and the hectic month of our first year FEBRUARY. The month which started with the giggles and hopes of RED DAY *courtesy: Sir Khurrum* turned out to be a nightmare actually.
We, the innocent newbies, came to uni after the winter vacation amongst fog and tears and were immediately presented by a schedule for our intermodulary block with the bold and underlined and bigger font words SUBSTAGE and STAGE. The anatomy department truly haunted us and dominated in the game of thrones for dreading us freshies. And of course the consolation that some people are worth failing for is for the reigning queens of terror Mam Naaaaaadia and Mam Saaaaaaaadia. And of course our Mam Lubna as well. How dare we forget her?
Then came the Biochem Mania!!! Test test everywhere and not a single test I’ll pass. The perfect description of the advice given to us by our seniors. But still wo 1st years hi kya jo na kahay ke ham toh ye pass kray gay zaroor . of course us spoiled ladlays’ with 90 above percentages at collegiate level studied hard but history shall repeat itself and seniors rock because after the first protein test , I had to ask my foreign friend the translation of I’ll fail my biochem test in Arabic. *Rah arsoob imtehan al biochem*. See Nour I am a fast learner. And for those who say they’ll pass the biochem test : One word
And the physio department. Aah the good old physio. Blood Test not the laboratory one but the physio one. That’s the one we gave and hopefully everyone will pass including the position holders who were in a dilemma because of the delayed ceremony. Plus only Sir Shahid and Sir Khurrum batches know the misery of what we call a TUTORIAL.
And of course who doesn’t know about the SOCIETY CRAZE that takes hold of the firstulas. No one knows the heat and competition of joining every society not because we are interested in it but because our rival joined it or maybe our crush did *desperate times call for desperate measures**my sympathies*.
Plus the first Rainy day felt as if many of our class saw the rain itself for the first time because every second notifications popped *enjoying rain* *omg it’s raining* *selfie with a raindrop* . But the sane people took advantage of the waterpark that KE offers on a rainy day and somehow mistakenly pushed their friends cum enemies into it.
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Lecture slides: Orthopedics: Rheumatoid arthritis

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Wednesday, March 4, 2015

11 Things Every First Year Student Can Relate To


1.      First and foremost, that awesome moment when you realize you are a Kemcolian:

Priceless! :D

2.      First time in the dissection hall:

Because that is one thing we are all excited to brag about :D

3.      When you haven’t even started studying yet and the mohallay ki anti wants medicine:

4.      What we expect when we enter the dissection hall:

What we find:


5.      Nerd Diaries: When your friend cries about how he/she has studied nothing at all for the upcoming test and still tops the class:


6.      When certain teachers claim kai poori class MCAT mein dhandli kar kai ai hai:

Like seriously!

7.      When you realise you get  a sports week and spring break at KEMU:

Nothing matches the happines of a midyear vacation!!

8.      When nothing in the vicinity of KEMU is as fun as you were promised:

Because whenever there is Party time: We get a rickshaw and go to Mm Alam. :p

9.      Story of every welcome party:

Its like fairy Godmother did her magic. Literally.

10.     That sigh of relief after first stage:

 ‘I think I will pass… Damn that spotting though.’

11.     Season of the Prof (No less than season of the witch):

And when it is prof mode everyone is wondering 'Umm… Who told me to do medicine again!??'
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Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Lecture slides: Surgery: Hepatobiliary & pancreatic imaging

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The Perks of Having a Round Face ( JK, there are none ;_;)

 By~ Romesa Qaiser Khan

The only perk I was able to find.
It's not always that one finds a person in a constant existential crisis. And yet we all know that one "round" person (who FYI may not even be round but just has chubby cheeks okay? OKAY?) who becomes forever defined and limited to a shape. Worst part is, nobody even thinks of it as shape-based discrimination, when in fact it should be right up there on the no-go list of remarks with racial and gender based discrimination. -.-

Here are a few life struggles every round person goes through (when they shouldn't have to). THE STRUGGLE IS REAL:

1. The Physical Assault:

 Randos and friends alike will come out of nowhere and go straight for the cheeks. They pull and pinch and think they're flattering you when they're mostly being a pain in the...zygomatico-maxillary area. Added bonus: those "oh-sho-cuuttttteeee, mela paala baby" sound effects.
IT HURTS PEOPLE and it does not earn you points with us. Geroffus.


2. The Emotional Range of a Teaspoon:

One of the prime horrors of having a chubby face that all those expressions deemed attractive by the whole world such as brooding, intense-staring-off-into-the-deep-unknown, smoldering and even the most pathetic of them all, the duck-face, mainly make you look like you have Irritable Bowel Syndrome if you try to pull them off. God made you with that happy-go-lucky expression.....and then fixed it with 100% natural botox on your face...FOREVER.

yep, that's the whole range.
Rockstar, the round version.

3. The Weight Justification:

Somehow people will never consider you as thin as your long-faced counterparts even if you're actually skinnier. You constantly have to say "No, I'm not fat, I just have chubby cheeks." "No, that is not a double chin, just my cheeks overflowing on to my neck"

 And God-forbid, if you actually do gain even the slightest bit of weight.....BYE BYE HUMAN. HELLO BAYMAX.


 4. The Sacrifices:

In a group selfie, it's either you or the rest of the gang (which mostly ends up being you). So no matter how far you hold the camera or how much you try to edge to the back of the frame, your cheeks will conquer all. They will dominate and eclipse everyone you love.

Because I'm just cool like that *internal sobs*

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Fresh, Till You Rot

- Jawad Haider

The moment I stepped into KEMU, I – like many others – felt myself half a doctor already. Imagine my feelings when a teacher asked me to leave the class, saying “Doctor Sahab get out of the class!” Heck, I wasn’t even sure if I was supposed to be embarrassed on being thrown out of the class, or act jubilant on being called a Doctor Sahab. Such a jumble of sentiments, all too vague and mixed but I felt assured in residing myself in the territory of “Doctor”. Therefore, that’s what I did during the first few ignorantly happy weeks of my medical-studies-life.

Vision and perception changes once you put an ignition to your post-admission life. You see a man with his legs apart and you suddenly start thinking if he has Coxa Vara, Valga, Rickets or something else without even considering the possibility that he might have pooped his pants. Within a blink of eye, you launch yourself from the level of Bashir Ahmad to the level of Socrates. You sit down in a lecture and draw things in the air with your pencil depicting a “Dr. House during his student life”. You walk by others with a Gray’s Anatomy in your hand just because B.D or Moore is too mainstream. The most funny spectacles are the ones in which you go back to your “abai gaon” and all the paindu neighbors rush towards you like “Doctor sahib has arrived” and then one of them approaches you with his cuffs rolled up for you to check his pulse and diagnose ‘if’ they have any disease at all. Doctor na ho gaye, pooray k pooray hospital tests ho gaye.

Ignore the ignorance of those villagers. Fun comes when you join them in their game and ask if they have a headache or not. Noting that they do have headaches sometimes, you become all Sherlock whole of a sudden and ask them if brain tumor has been in their family history. 

It’s a nirvana of a few months, which subsides and eventually you return to your former ‘you’ again (thank heavens). That’s the experience of being fresh in the market (Fresh, till you rot back to being a proper Kemcolian). Sometimes you never take the trip back and content on being called a ‘theeta’. Whatever the route you take, the departure remains the same for almost every student.

I remember this one time when I, along with some of my friends, was sitting in the bus and we somehow touched the topic of “Blood Clotting”.

“Heparin is an anticoagulant, right?” asked one of my friends.

All of us nodded back, to which he said: “What if we inject a person with heparin at the site where there is blood clot? Will it break down the clot?”

These were the days when I too was blinded by that vision-perception-sherlock thingy. With mind opened to all possibilities and Dr. House’s brilliance in mind, I replied: “Well, no! But I think we can give a person frequent heparin doses if his blood has a possibility of forming a clot.”

And everyone nodded in approval. But that’s not what I noticed. What I noticed was the remark I heard from a Baji sitting across me.

“Banday marain ge ye!” she said.

Never again did I try to show-off. 
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By Lubaba Mukhtar

the new block at old girls' hostel
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Monday, March 2, 2015



The FIRST step towards change is awareness;
The second step is acceptance…………..
Every human has four endowments:
Self-awareness, conscience, independent will and creative imagination. These give us the ultimate human freedom…. The power to choose, to respond to, to change.

I hereby take this step to provide some basic information on a disease that is getting commoner day by day but still women of our society feel shy discussing it. It is becoming a silent killer but still the fear of being “labeled” in our society is more important than a woman’s health. Yes, we still live in a society where even girls visiting a gynecologist is considered utterly unimportant and rather I’d say “not so appreciated”.

This silent killer is PCOS. And the speed with which it is becoming common among women especially teenagers is really shocking. But the thing that is more shocking is the fact that people around us doesn’t even know what PCOS is.

 What is PCOS?

Polycystic ovary syndrome is a problem in which a woman's hormones are out of balance. It can cause problems with your periods and make cause infertility. PCOS also may cause unwanted changes in the way you look. If it isn't treated, over time it can lead to serious health problems, such as diabetes and heart disease.
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Lecture slides: Surgery: Surgical oncology principles

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Sunday, March 1, 2015

Lecture slides: Cardiology: Aortic stenosis

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Liar Liar Pants On Fire!

(Ahmad Jalil, 1st year)
So this is how it happens. You enter the university premises holding your BD, your eyes desperately moving all over the pages hoping to memorize everything. Then you look up to make sure that you're not gonna do a head on collision with another poor soul coming from the opposite direction, equally engrossed in some textbook. Then you return to your book. This sequence repeats itself for half a dozen times before you reach the farthest and the loneliest bench in pattiala ground. There you deposit your Shahbaz Sharif bag and start revolving around that bench, doing the oh-so famous 'pehli read men ratta lagana ha' ritual. After some time you sense someone coming your way. You look up to find that it's a friend of yours and he looks even more solemn than you do.

You: Hey mate! How's it going?                                                                                                                
He''Yar koi tayyari nhn ha , main ne fail hojana ha, I'M SO SCREWED!!!!''
He looks like he's about to faint. So you take pity on the poor soul. You put your book aside and spend whatever time you have left (oh did I mention that you bunk the 1st lecture to study?) in comforting him. Then you tell him about your own fragile preparation but somehow, he manages to make you believe that your preparation is way better than his.

You: ''Yar main ne srf reading ki ha.. It's like I only know the most basic aspects of these topics and........''
He: (cuts you off)"Yar na kr... tu ne reading krli ha?? main ne to book b nhn kholi!! Oh man Oh man, I'm so dead!!!"

I think you got the idea. But sadly, the scene changes dramatically after a couple of hours.

You: (After the substage) Yar ab jo aata tha suna dia, but the teacher didn't look very pleased. I could only answer the questions related to the bones, you know, ab Allah raham kre... "
He: Yar mere se to bones, un ki muscular attachments, their ossification, sb kuch suna. And like that wasn't enough, he then came towards the clinical points and asked me about Lombard paradox, Pes Cavus, Perthe's test etc. Phr us k baad he asked me about the retinacula and blood supply of some regions and a bunch of other very difficult questions, lekn tere bhai ne sb kuch suna dia! Yar buhat acha hogaya, tayyari nhn thi lekn phr b!!!!

So you stand there, looking at that baboon's ugly face and nodding along all of his blabberings, while fighting the urge to smack him right across the face. He totally forgets what he said just some minutes ago. In KE, people have this disease of lying whenever the question of 'preparation' arises. "Kuch nhn aata" , "Main fail hojaon ga" etc. But then when the result is displayed, you find out k un ko "Sb kuch aata tha" , "Aur wh top kr gye hn".

And sadly, there's more to it. The manifestation of this ridiculous phenomenon is not limited only between the friends. But your seniors do this to you as well. You go to them for getting some advices/tips and all you get is,
"Yar have you gone nuts? Who studies for this ? Just chill. Agr fail b hogye tb b khair ha. You are a kemcolian now, act like it...." But the truth is that they all studied really hard when they had the same exam some years ago. They either got top marks in their exams or at least aimed for that. And they still do that. They still burn the midnight oil in the safe premises of their homes/rooms.
Because this is how the things are  here. Everyone who makes it to KE is a hard working student and if you don't study, always assume yourself to be the only AWAARA GARD in the whole university. It will be correct most of the time.

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I Am Body No.3

by Lubaba Mukhtar

Hey, I’m body number 3 in the dissection hall of anatomy department in King Edward medical university. I lie in plain view in front of the main doors of dissection hall if you come from the side of learning centre. Nowadays I lie on my dissection table without my arms and legs and almost no skin. They were dissected by students studying different regions in their syllabus. I don’t know what is more challenging: the life I lived as a person or the life I have as a cadaver.

Life has always been a struggle for me. I was born into a poor family, entangled myself in a bad way of life; lost all relations and everyone who could care; made some disastrous choices and ended in jail. Jail was my last home, the last place I lived as a human. The place I took my last breaths. Then I was transferred to a morgue and when nobody came to claim my body or give me even the rights of a burial, I was transferred to a storage box and brought to the most prestigious medical institution of Pakistan: King Edward medical university. I stayed in that storage box for about six months before I was transferred to my own dissection table and given the label “body number 3.” I still wear a tag on my arm that states the jail room I was a prisoner in.

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Ten things you learn during First Year

Believe it or not, even with the constant fear of ragging and getting bistyfied on welcome party, first year is still the best! There are some things that you learn in the first few months here at KE:

1.       Never fear when substage is near
The fear of the first substage is always the worst. You can’t help but text every senior you know, call your mothers to pray for you, learn every word from every book there is and still worry like it’s the end of the world.

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Saturday, February 28, 2015

Lecture slides: Radiology: chest X ray

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Them "SCORES" feel !!

Being an A level student, I never really realized what it's like to have an array of students arranged in ascending order on basis of difference of marks.
I mean , an A* meant an A* back then, and all was merry!

It wasn't long when I entered KE to have witness a never-ending race of superiority based on the number of marks you get in professionals. I mean it's simply NOT AT ALL, 'JUST PASS' like I had it in my mind or most of Kemcolians you'd encounter in daily routine tell you about!

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Lecture Slides: surgery: surgical Anatomy of Thyroid n parathroids

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Lecture Slides: Medicine; Myasthenia gravis

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Friday, February 27, 2015

Lecture slides: Gynae obs: placenta and membranes

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