Stress

Handed in my exam report one day late. Spent the last 3 days frantically rummaging through my patient's chaotic file, scattering tiny x-rays and slides and squeezing her case into just 3 pages of arial size 10.

And yes, this is the same patient I made a major booboo on (see earlier post). Somehow I'll have to justify myself to a panel of 4 examiners, 1 of whom hails from a frigidly uptight land-mass called the United Kingdom.

Nothing I can do now, save sit back, relax, and focus these last 6 days on the mere 10 subjects that will be examined, I am so screwed.

Furthermore, here I am struggling to highlight the fundamentals of each textbook, while certain classmates strut about disdainfully with their supplementary reference journals and secret notes of notes.

I can only draw comfort from Terry Pratchett, who wrote: "The presence of those seeking the truth is infinately to be preferred to those who think they've found it." My hero.