Waiting to Exhale

Which could be a reference to my failed attempt at scuba diving on Christmas Eve. Probably doable but not much fun when you are the only one in the group who doesn't speak Danish and therefore you have nobody to giggle and be a moron with. Breathing underwater is not obvious. Next time.

In actual fact refers to the currently waiting and living in limbo state of getting ready for/doing interviews which will decide the trajectory of my life. Questioning the wisdom of throwing myself wholeheartedly into my hope of becoming a surgeon rather than hedging my bets like most of my class did, applying to a specialty but also a second choice 'just in case.'

I figured any second choice programme would look at my record and laugh their heads off, it's so obvious I want to do surgery.

Still, if I chewed my fingernails, I'd probably be heading for the elbows by now. Wish me luck.