For this post I was going to write a wonderful parody of Britney Spears' - Not A Girl, Not Yet a Woman but unfortunately I couldn't make what I wanted to write fit properly so you'll just have to make do.
I've just about calmed down after Friday. What a day, easily one of the best days of my life and also my proudest achievement. Waiting for the results I was more nervous than I've been for anything ever. When they finally appeared everyone rushed towards the board, as each person saw their name up on the board their face's turned from a look of terror into a look of amazement, 5 long, hard years culminating in a list of names. When I saw my name I couldn't quite believe it, I ended up checking 4 or 5 times just to make sure it was really there.
The following have satisfied the examiners:
The Little Medic
It really was there, and it has just about sunk in although I still half expect someone to knock on my door telling me it isn't really true and it has all been a terrible mistake.
What follows the publication of results, apart from overwhelming feelings of joy, relief and happiness is a state of limbo where one is stuck between being a student and being a doctor. Theoretically we're all doctors but I assume you must wait for graduation, or even pre-registration with the GMC before you're officially a doctor. Not that I'll let that stop me using every opportunity to use some form of doctor reference. Lunch on Friday - just what the doctor ordered (I don't think I'll ever get bored of that).
I've nothing more to do apart from sit here and wait for graduation, something which although I should be, I'm not all that bothered about. In the mean time I have a new blog to edit, feel free to offer any comments, suggestions or ideas.
Worryingly, the reality of the situation is that come August, I will be a doctor and I'll have real people to care for. At the moment, that thought terrifies me.
