Warning: This post was published more than 8 years ago.
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After five years, four homes, eleven housemates, seventy assessments, nine weeks in Canada, litres of sweat, countless tears, innumerable smiles, and a large dose of hard work, I was utterly overwhelmed today by receipt of the news that I’ve somehow successfully qualified as a doctor.
I guess the real work starts in August, when I take up my Foundation Doctor post.