I realize Christmas is “almost here.” You know what else is “almost here?” Exams. That’s what. In fact, exams are “almost here” must sooner than Christmas. Next week, in fact.
So, I’m sorry, MOM, if you getting your Christmas shopping out of the way early is not at the top of my priority list.
Here’s my priority list:
Today – study, don’t kill my kids
Tomorrow – study, don’t kill myself
Weekend – study, try not to wallow in my own pity
Next week: Monday write Micro, hope to pass, study… Tuesday pull some sh*t out of my ass for CH&E, hope said sh*t is good enough for a pass, study… Wednesday write Pathology, hope to pass, study… Thursday write Pro Skills (psych, anasthesia, other random med stuff), hope to pass, study… Friday OSCE (convince some other doctors that I’m competent enough to interview and examine a patient), hope to pass, study.
Weekend – OMFG MORE STUDYING
Monday, Dec 10 – worst exam of my life… Hope to pass…
Tuesday – Sleep. Eat. Sleep. Then, MAYBE, start thinking about Christmas.
Here are snippits of an ongoing conversation my mother has been having with me regarding her christmas shopping. This first one, she wants to buy DH clothes…
I told her that he’s picky and I offered to go shopping with her once I get in to town… after my exams! She then asks if he likes any clothes at Costco. Insert this part of the conversation:
I realized, then, that she wasn’t going the let the whole “shopping for my husband” via text messaging go. So I stopped talking to her, probably because I was in class or I was doing something else, much more important than worrying about her christmas shopping. I didn’t hear back from her for a little while. But then, a few hours later. My phone vibrates on the desk beside me… alas, it continues.
I get more texts from her about, none other than, Christmas shopping for DH…
Oh, what’s that mom? You remembered that I have final exams coming up NEXT WEEK? Oh, and you want me to do well on them? Well, prayer, of course, is the best way to ensure that happens… not, I don’t know, studying!?! (side note: I don’t mean to offend anyone who believes in the power of prayer… I just also happen to feel that studying is important too.)
So I indulge my mother with some slight details about my upcoming week from hell:
WOW? That’s all you have to say, Wow?
It sure is all she had to say… At least for about 4 hours… At 8:00 that night I was putting A. to bed and I could hear my phone ringing. I’m not a very popular person, so I don’t often get calls on my phone. Since I was reading a bedtime story, I didn’t try to answer it. But then it started ringing again… Okay, it must be something important. I didn’t get to the phone in time, but as I picked it up, I get the last text from my mom: “Call my cell pls.”
You know what’s going through my mind? Hmm, maybe my grandmother, who’s not doing so well, fell down, maybe she’s on her way to the hospital… I mean, why else would my mother need to get ahold of me RIGHT NOW?
I look at DH and say, “I better call her back… this better not be about Christmas shopping.”
“Hi Mom, what’s up?”
“Oh, I’m just at the Mall here…”
OMFG! Again!?! Seriously.
(Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE Christmas… Shopping, Baking, wrapping, giving gifts, celebrating, being with family. I love it all. However, If I fail med school, then there won’t be much point in celebrating with my family because I’ll be locked up in my room, studying all over again…)