End-of-posting test is approaching.
It's coming.
It's The End.

Come Monday, I'll be drenched in fear, walloped by questions. Stutter, mutter, blank-out.

A likely scenario -

Me: "In summary, Mr. X presented with a 4-week history of progressive exertional dyspnoea and generalised oedema. On examination, Mr. X had atrial fibrillation, pallor and signs of congestive cardiac failure such as a displaced apex beat, third heart sound and pitting oedema. My provisional diagnosis is congestive cardiac failure secondary to severe anaemia."

Examiner: "You didn't hear any murmurs? Did you check his abdomen? Hmmm ... OK, actually, Mr. X has end-stage renal failure secondary to polycystic kidney disease and complicated by fluid retension. He also has mild mitral regurgitation secondary to congestive cardiac failure."

This is what USUALLY happens. Arghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!

OK, that's quite an exaggeration. Usually the history and examination ain't too bad. However, I'm so not looking forward to the Q&A session. Why is it that I always make a dunce of myelf?? Not enough reading?? *Sniff* *Sob* *Wail*

I ALWAYS give stupid answers. And when I don't know the answer, they always ask me to TRY. So, I try and give stupid answers. Then they ask me to try again. And I give abysmally stupid answers. Think I'll bring a scalpel on Monday. If this happens, I'll prolly stab myself in the head.

On second thoughts, it might be a better choice to stab the examiner in the balls.