It is now 7 days till my Final Exam.
They call it a Final Test of Competence. =(
In fact, I don't feel very competent at all. I mean, all 4 years worth of work, all those blood, sweat and tears... is summed up in ONE exam.
Theoretically it's more than one exam, it's a series of exams that are carried out on the same day in two sessions, where we are expected to be able to complete a whole host of things like diagnosing, history taking, assessing biomechanical abnormalities, good clinical skills, patient communication skills, management skills... taking into account the whole medical, surgical, and drug history... In fact, we are supposed to know just about everything and anything, including what the pills the poor old dear popped for "her heart, hen" will do to her.
The one thing that scares me, is when I complete my clinical work, finish my presentation and have given my management plan and prognosis: That awkward moment, when they decide if they should ask you another question to maybe give you some 'bonus points'...
"Tell me, what is the difference between the 3 types of chlorohexadine used in clinic?"
*I shall go shoot myself now*
Wish me loads of luck, wisdom and patience. Give me encouragement and support so that one day when you are old and hobbling about on those old feet, you know there is a qualified podiatrist sitting under the banana tree waiting to console you!
They call it a Final Test of Competence. =(
In fact, I don't feel very competent at all. I mean, all 4 years worth of work, all those blood, sweat and tears... is summed up in ONE exam.
Theoretically it's more than one exam, it's a series of exams that are carried out on the same day in two sessions, where we are expected to be able to complete a whole host of things like diagnosing, history taking, assessing biomechanical abnormalities, good clinical skills, patient communication skills, management skills... taking into account the whole medical, surgical, and drug history... In fact, we are supposed to know just about everything and anything, including what the pills the poor old dear popped for "her heart, hen" will do to her.
The one thing that scares me, is when I complete my clinical work, finish my presentation and have given my management plan and prognosis: That awkward moment, when they decide if they should ask you another question to maybe give you some 'bonus points'...
"Tell me, what is the difference between the 3 types of chlorohexadine used in clinic?"
*I shall go shoot myself now*
Wish me loads of luck, wisdom and patience. Give me encouragement and support so that one day when you are old and hobbling about on those old feet, you know there is a qualified podiatrist sitting under the banana tree waiting to console you!
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