I've become a borderline obsessive hand washer. I can't get the visual of the tapeworm anal escape out of my head. I recite the stages of inflammation at night instead of counting sheep. I doodle cell anatomy. And even more annoying than all of that, I've become an opportunistic information sharer.
Recently, a coworker was reviewing laboratory results from a wound culture and commented, "I wonder if they really test all these antibiotics for susceptibility". I eagerly replied with a detailed explanation of in vitro testing for antibiotic susceptibility/resistance, complete with procedural techniques and zone of inhibition interpretation.
In retrospect, I think it was a rhetorical question, and I'm a wannabe know-it-all ass.
I had an exam today in my Chronic and Communicable Disease class--which is, for the record, an upper level biology class. I clarify that fact because I'm going to tell you something ridiculous-slash-obnoxious now. I completed the exam in roughly 15.3 minutes and earned 100 out of 101 possible points. Was I pleased? Nope. Only I would be frustrated because the exam was too easy (not to mention I missed that one point).
I'm neurotic today (and for the past two weeks) because...
...I don't know nearly enough to act like a know-it-all. I need to go watch Jeopardy with my father to be reminded of who really wears the brains in this family.
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