Exhaustion? Failure? Surrender?
It is now a full day after the most important test in my life. Unfortunately, I do not think I am exaggerating. This test was years in coming and I have spent the last three and a half year and tens of thousands of dollars preparing for it. Then I had the privilage of paying $550 dollars in order to spend seven and a half hours in front of a computer screen taking it. I have had the last three weeks ‘off.’ Meaning that none of my normal duties were required, but I studied. And studied. And then happened to study some more from a different resource. I find out if I passed sometime after the new year
The days immediately before the test were an oddly surreal time. The thing, the thing that had been the focus of so much time, energy and pain was nearly at hand. There were moments of odd surrender when I knew that there was no time left. What I did not know by now was not going to be learned in the feverishly panicked moments that I spent reading over and over and going through lists once more. But during those panicky moment I KNEW that if I failed by just a little, just a few points, I would know that I should have studied that one chart, that one packet, just that much more closely.
I ate terribly. I did not exercise. I had beer, wine, and spirits in occasional blowouts or blowups of stress. My stomach began to revolt and tried to dissolve itself in protest. I did not enjoy the last few days before this exam. I would pass people in the hallways of the hospital and shoot random questions at them. What drug do they think would be most effective for this disease? If you open a patient up with this condition, what organ will you see first? What would these symptoms mean to you if the patient was from this certain geographical region. And, most of all, which bacteria/virus/parasite/fungus/toxin/etc causes X, Y, or Z? It would be accurate to say that this test consumed my life for a while.
Then, I went and took it and if I had to guess, I’d say I failed. But that’s what everyone says they feel like. Often with very colorful language just before they go binge drinking to purge the memories. I am no different. Fortunately, something like 90% of applicants that are qualified to sit for the test do pass it. So on that end, at least, odds are good, and that really is some small comfort. The misery loves company sort of comfort.
Today was an odd day though. There is still much I have to do, most of it on a timeline and all of it requiring a significant outlay of effort, but I feel entirely disconnected. I feel like I am severely hung over. I am exhausted and feel slightly sick. I am sore, my stomach is still unhappy, and I can barely stay awake. I want nothing more than to melt away and have no responsibilities for a good while. The fear that has been driving me is gone, and apparently in it’s grasp, everything else has been worn away. I’d be surprised if I do not come down ill with something after this, just because so much stress for so long and not taking care of one’s health followed by a break seems to be the recipe for a cold. I got the flu vaccine just for this, so that I am less likely to be taken advantage of by that opportunistic viral demon.
Now that the fear has faded, I hope I can learn to be a real person again in the oncoming weeks.
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