it is 14 hours to the OSCEs.
I sit here in this nice, sparkly clean apartment with my laptop on my thighs. Notes / books scattered on tables/floors.
The shirt/scrubs are ironed / hung on hangers….
The shoes ready. Next to the door.
People tell me that I am ready. I don’t. I really am not.
I had a rough few weeks. Personal matters.
For the first time in my life, I have actually thought about suicide. It is real. What if ?
Don’t worry (I have more reasons to live)
Just goes to show that even myself am not immune to these thoughts. Suicide is real. Depression is real. I used to think that people on anti-depressants don’t necessary need to be on them …..
I had few encouraging emails from old bosses :
the most encouraging one was “good luck” but the truth is “you don’t need any more luck”
“you are a FACEM”
now….to try and remember that we actually measure thrombin time for dabigatran and now Xa levels….
or which is Neer’s test again. or Hawkins. or Mcmurrays…
Look. Feel . MRI !
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