I'm spent.

The end, at last. As I keep telling myself, for better or for worse, it's over.

If I didn't do something so stupid today like forgetting to get the foetal heart rate until prompted, I'd have been elated since discussion went like a breeze. The examiners didn't look too fierce or obscenely nasty, but then again ... you really never know. I know for sure the woman won't fail me, she seemed quite happy. But the man.

Falling, falling, falling ...

Wilted.