Today I had one of my many medical school appraisals. It's a chance to talk candidly with a tutor about academic and professional performance to date.
I had a 15 minute interview with one of my tutors where we discussed how well I'd integrated within the group.
Now, this would have been fine, except I've been a tad brittle of late. My mood has been a tad unpredictable, and rather unsurprisingly I ended up crying my eyes out to a GP who isn't my doctor, nor to whom I am especially fond. It was a slightly surreal experience to be honest.
I am slightly worried about what he thinks of me now, but the bullish side of me couldn't care less.
These things happen. On the plus side, he thinks I'm doing well and will make a good doctor, so I guess I can't moan.