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messing up

i messed up... it's difficult to live with the truth that one can make mistakes , it's harder still to be reminded of them. life is like an exam and u r tested all the time and , i mean ALL THE TIME. each decision you make , knowingly or unknowingly is , actually, a choice that you make between other given options. and sometimes you make mistakes.
As a junior resident, in ophthalmology, every day, every patient, every consultants ward rounds, seem like an exam , a test, and each day i'm faced with a viva. and as viva exam goes...u r bound to make mistakes. I didn't examine a patient, didn't send some investigation.. wrote wrong findings.... let's just say i messed up.tudent..and life was exams..
today i'm a doctor, and yet it all seems like an exam, and someone is keeping count.
but it's just been a week , and slowly the student will be lost and a doctor will emerge... but i will still mess up...
till today i was a student, a medical s

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