I spent so long being afraid I didn’t know enough, or that I wasn’t working hard enough, that by the time exams were upon me I had lost the power of sleep.
Even after a relatively pain-free first hurdle – the clinical examination – I still didn’t trust myself.
Two days later in the first or our written papers, my head was so fuzzed I couldn’t connect what I knew with the questions on the page – and I working at a snail’s pace, I simply ran out of time.
So, like Crazy Mary, what I feared the most just met me halfway.
Free Air 