In a week and 2 days, I find out where I spend the next 5 or so years of my life.
In six days, I know if I can sit pretty for the remaining 3 days, or if I'll be feverishly making calls for open spots.
If I get the "Congratulations" email on Monday, I may take the day off on principle....
This part of the wait is killing me.
The sensation of 'fait accompli' that accompanied the certification deadline is gone....
This is different.
Nothing I can do but wait. But, I swear, I've got a nagging desire to eat TUMS like they were tic-tacs....
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Musings of a medical student/drummer/geek as he makes his move towards surgery????
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