Will post here when I know, assuming the school wireless behaves properly. Will hopefully then begin high-gear preparations for finding a home and a job for my Angel. And I can relax, perhaps.
Pediatrics has been fascinating, although I saw more variations on "bulging purulent tympanic membrane" than I care to think about today. It makes my ears hurt, just mentioning it. But my diagnostic skills are gaining favour.
I stopped by the center to talk to the second-years about PDA software. Went in to see my den mother, who was quite glad to gossip with someone who doesn't view anything with rose-tinted lenses. She mentioned that when OB had been lecturing at the center she'd mentioned to them that I'd said their practice was very nice and complimented them. "He paid you a compliment as well," she says. "I believe it was 'exceptional'." This was, perhaps, Dr. C, with whom I have always felt awkward and a little stupid. I am pleased.
Despite setting myself up for disappointment by feeling thus, I have a good feeling about tomorrow. I am carrying your hopes and prayers with me to my exit interview (0830-1030) and lunch (11-12) and the Match ceremony itself. How could I not feel confident?
Thank you, O Best Beloved. I gain far more than I give.