Well, you all missed out on quite the rollercoaster ride of my emotions. I almost wrote a blog post last week regarding how I had absolutely just failed my first ever thing in medical school. I was having a complete melt down, catastrophising the worst possible outcome. I cried for a few days about my poor performance in my written exams. Strangely enough it was the OSCEs I was worried about before exams and the written papers after. Turns out I’m a poor predictor of my own performance in that I have managed to pass both with no resit. Apparently, many others weren’t so lucky.
I now have the mammoth task of packing up most my house today as I’m heading home for a few weeks before moving officially. So far, I’ve only left bed to make a cup of tea (and got straight back in!). I just found out I can have my old job back but on a casual basis (no guaranteed work) which is perfect for me. I won’t actually need the work as centrelink will be enough to cover my expenses with the subsidies uni provides us. I just want another outlet this year. I’ve been so insular for the past year particularly, and my mental health has suffered dramatically. I actually couldn’t go on for much longer without change and this move for the next phase of my degree was what I feel I need for my mental health’s sake.
Well should get back to packing and all the fun stuff. Unfortunately it’s raining which makes packing the car kind of hard! Oh well!