Many of you may remember my relentless bellyaching a couple of months ago over the USMLE Step I, the first of three tests on the road to a medical license and the traditional halfway point of med school.
I was very happy about the test at the time, but six weeks of lingering self-doubt had taken their toll. When I heard this week that the scores were in our mailboxes at school, I couldn’t bring myself to go look. (Med school hasn’t been a bed of roses, and I see my mailbox as a vile, evil place where no good ever comes.)
I e-mailed the dean today and asked her if I had any particular reason to be unhappy. She replied that she isn’t supposed to give out such info via e-mail, but “if we were playing Monopoly, you could now collect $200. Congratulations!”
Woo-hoo!
Everyone is out of town tonight, so I’m celebrating with some Chinese takeout and the beer left over from our Phish week. It is truly good to be alive.
Of course, this means I have to start rotations a week from Tuesday…
I’m supposed to trust my health to somebody who wasn’t sure he could pass the first big test in med school? Don’t get into brain surgery with self-doubt like that!
See? I told you you could do it. Didn’t I? Maybe I just thought it. Congratulations!
Have another egg roll…