Revision.

Today, I have been mostly Procrastinating. This happens whenever exam time comes around, when I get the books out and start looking at stuff, and sitting round in my pants all day, and drinking tea all day, and re-reading The Invisibles instead of doing real work, and leaning back on my chair bouncing a table tennis ball off the wall.

The exam I will be sitting is a multiple-choice open book thingy. In theory, it should be easy. Word on the street, however, is that it is not. It is not a re-run of the pre-registration exam, which was not difficult at all. It is an ambigous race against the clock that will determine my success or failure.

It's struck me just now much I've forgotten since I left the hospital, where I had the sanctity of a billion different books, and Google to use if I needed to look something up, and where patients were, generally, more interesting.

Unfortunately, this time I'm doing it on my own, and have no-one else to ring up for pep talks and crisis management. I will not, for example, be benefitting from The Farmer's Selective Revision Guide for Neuropharmacology. Instead, I will be reading the BNF and the AMH from cover to cover, going back through my notes from the Hospital, sitting around scratching, and hoping that something sticks.

Some traditions still hold however, and I intend to have a pint in my hand within ten minutes of the exam finishing.