I'm thinking that I should instead enter a profession in which you're allowed to be human - one where you can not know the answers to a few questions, or oversleep once or twice a year, or accidentally show up at the wrong place occasionally. One in which you can be sick, sad, or tired.

I don't know if I'm cut out for this, y'all - I really don't. I don't think I'm smart enough and I'm not good enough. And it really sucks, because I've been doing the very best that I can. It REALLY sucks. (Rather, *I* suck about 50% of the time, or so I've been told.) If you have a chronic illness, I wouldn't go into medicine.

On a more upbeat note than the crappy evaluation that I just got - I did find a doctor to manage my pancreatitis who seems to actually be sympathetic and kind. Hallelujah and praise the Lord for that! Although being forced to look for him in the middle of my internal medicine rotation really screwed me up.

Ugh. I'm tired of crying all the dang time.

And finally, a PSA - there was a car accident yesterday involving someone with the same name as mine, on the road that I travel to go home (home, home - not the apartment.) So Mom and Dad and I have been fielding a bunch of phone calls, emails, Facebook messages, and the like with people checking on me. That really makes me feel good, because I generally assume that no one cares if I'm alive or not. Especially since I'm the worst medical student that ever lived. But thanks to everyone who has inquired about me today - it made my day a little better!