All over... Waiting, waiting, waiting...
Exams are complete. I am one year older. Now
just the crucial bit of paper to come.
Apparently the future's bright, thought it may or
may not be Orange, depending on whether it keeps it's trademark going. Enough
digression. The exams are
complete.
Writtens?
Check
PACES? Check
Panic-ridden
waiting for results? Check
So does anyone
understand the stress? Oh god I hope so. Some people couldn't take the
pressure and gave up. This confuses me. I understand that you might not feel
ready and that you're bound to fail, but at least give it a go, surely? What's
the worst that could happen? You fail. You don't try, what's the best that
could happen? You fail. Notice anything there? It's not fun when
best=worst.
PACES exams are strange. It's
not something we've ever done before, and whilst it is akin to our OSCES
(observed structured clinical examination skills as opposed to practical
assessment of clinical examination skills) it is only 5 stations of vivas
essentially. You see before it was short and long cases with lots of grilling
from examiners. Now it is essentially the same. Just called something
different. Now obviously that doesn't happen in the NHS (this written on a day
when Charing Cross Hospital in Hammersmith has piad £50k for a statue of a
mountain climber, instead of paying back some of the £34.7 million it owes
- I love my med school!), for there we would have to have 54 managers to decide
on the new name before leaving the concepts the same and then staying on the
salary for 15 years doing nothing.
The NHS
is actively a black hole - it will always overspend, but if you make silly
targets and give money for reaching them then it would cripple any economy in
the world, even the Swiss with their 'dodgy' gold stores, let alone the
appalling fiasco that is this
country.
Anyway, back to me. Tomorrow we
get our results. One result is where everyone wants to be - pass and you're a
Dr. The other is where heartbreak lies - failure and you lose you're job you
fought MDAP for and have to do the whole last 3 months again. Possibly the
least fun I can imagine. And then you're a year behind your
mates.
Right enough blathering, I've got
to get back to the HMV sale - seriously Best of Bowie for £7? Best of
Bowie is worth MILLIONS. Well a million at
least.
South London sucks. Waterloo is a
whole. I may or may not have been on the train when I realised this. Oh
well.
Posted: Monday - June 19, 2006 at 03:22 PM
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