So, I think I’ve decided to stop having some noble goal of cataloging useful information in this journal and will start using it as an actual journal. Not enough people read it to really matter, so off I go
Its 3, the night before we find out if we matched or not. I’m so nervous I can’t sleep and feel like I’m about to vomit. Rationally, I have no real reason to be afraid. I have 10 programs on my list, several of which have been courting me rather vociferously. Granted, they are not my top programs, but at least I have that on which to hold. The odds that I will not match are, I hope, pretty dang minuscule. Even so, the nagging doubts linger at this time of night.
Plus, this stupid P90X thing is absolutely destroying my back. I love it, and I’m taking it even more seriously than I thought I would, but it’s gotten to the point where I am taking 6-8 Advil a day just to keep my back pain in check. If it keeps getting worse I’m going to have to bite the bullet and go back to the doctor. All that to say this: the back pain isn’t helping me sleep either. But my arms, chest, and legs are sore in wonderful ways, so I’m going to keep up the program, in all its masochistic glory.
So, yeah. I’m scared. Hurdle #1 tomorrow, here’s to the next 4 days of elevated blood pressure.
