The second attempt at PACES was nearly a month ago now. Unlike attempt 1, which was rather buggered up by death-of-grandmother I gave my second attempt my all. I became totally boring and a monomaniac, and nearly ruinled my relationship. For 6 weeks I did little else but revise for PACES, I lived slept and breathed PACES.
The week afterwards I discovered a life again. I read books, I had a life again, I liked it, it was good.
I feel like a child who has borrowed a wonderful book from the library and has to give it back. I’m re-reading it again and again. Writting down the ISBN, hoping beyond hope I get to keep it.
The thing is I want a life again. I don’t want my life to revolve around MRCP any more. I want a life again.
And the results are perhaps this week. And I’m scared.
Got my fingers crossed that you get to keep the book.
Coincidentally – was doing some family research this week and discovered that my grandfather got his MRCP in 1926. He was quite an interesting man and ahead of his time in some ways – which I didn’t appreciate as a child.
By: Teuchter on November 20, 2008
at 12:48 am
That’s really really cool
Thanks for the crossed fingers – they are noted. I reckon the big day will be tomorrow.
By: Z on November 20, 2008
at 11:43 pm
Any news?
* paces up and down with fingers crossed and a worried expression
By: Teuchter on November 24, 2008
at 5:26 pm
Yaaaaaaay!
Just found out at The Other Place.
Well done, you
By: Teuchter on November 24, 2008
at 6:01 pm