I passed!
It’s been a month since the exams and nearly two weeks since the results came out, but I’ve been spending the time in the middle getting myself a job and doing that thing that non-medics refer to as ‘having a life’, the latest part of which involved standing in a field in proper Scottish rain with Radiohead for five hours last night. Most of my time is being taken up with working five days a week as an NHS administrator in Renfrewshire, which probably doesn’t sound like much of a summer holiday. On some levels it’s probably not. But compared to my last job (not to mention the six weeks where I saw practically nothing but the inside of the medical school building) the whole concept of finishing work at 5pm and having weekends off is quite a novelty.
Continued here.