Sometimes medical school feels like a battle. Survival of the fittest. Survival of the medicated. Survival of the most caffeinated.
Today, I am not winning.
I don’t want to fail. I don’t want to settle.
I’m so close. So, so close.
But there are things to do and decisions to make and I can’t do any of these things until I figure out how the rest of the semester plays out. My fate isn’t sealed. I’m in limbo.
When I’m studying Neuro, I only listen to Dispatch. It’s motivating. If I don’t find some way to get my act together, I will be remediating in June instead of taking an epic road trip to see three days of Dispatch. Must. Work. Harder.
Right now, that’s all the strength I can muster.