32. THIRTY-TWO. That is the number of tests that will have comprised my first year of medical school. We've had labeled histology slides, tagged cadaveric specimens, questions on the difference between lung crackles and wheezes, and oh-so-many tables describing possible responses of the body to the sympathetic nervous system during a hemorrhage. It sounds crazy, and it was. But where I sit now, there are only two tests standing between me and my new best friend. Perhaps you've heard of her?
