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The title of this post comes from the song Italians sing when they graduate, which anyone on a study placement in Italy at the moment will have heard so many times that it is probably now infiltrating their dreams. The translation is a little unsavoury - Google it if you're curious.
As I am a Humanities student, it is not particularly surprising that my medical knowledge stems from a four-year-old Biology GCSE (an A*, mind you), a first-aid booklet I was given by St John's Ambulance at Leicester train station and the American TV series House. I mostly work on the following principle: drink lots of water then, if that doesn't solve it, go to a doctor. So after two litres of water failed to make my sore throat and swollen, discoloured tonsils go away, I decided it was time to book a doctor's appointment.
