This is the earliest I’ve thought about exams in Medical School history, but our Exams begin in roughly… 88 days.
And there is an overwhelming amount of pressure on us as a cohort right now.
Two 3 hour written exam papers… (and all the Uni students snort in disgust at the fact that there are only two)
And one OSCE – this thing is scary. It’s a 16-station exam, where you move from room to room, and you’re presented with a scenario, and you’ve got to react to it at a 5th year level.
One room might have a mother who needs to be counselled about immunization.
One room might have a gentleman who has recently started anti-hypertensive medication.
One room might have an ECG to interpret…
And one room might have a phone that’s ringing, and on the other end of the line is a mother who’s child is having an asthma attack.
7 minutes per station, with a minute changeover (or something like that) means it’s 128 minutes of fun fun fun.
I definitely cannot do this on my own, and I am a mediocre medical student. But instead of expecting a magic solution to my problem, I’m going to knuckle down and try and study my hardest.
And the miracle will be God using my inadequate study, and too-casual medical demeanour to bring me through these exams!