I’ve been using the word “neurotic” an awful lot lately. And no, I’m not going to quote the Oxford Dictionary and tell you what it means like this is a grade 10 English project. That’s what bloody Google is for.
Anyway. It led me to think, I’m pretty neurotic. I worry about a lot of stuff. Some of it seems pretty reasonable, like passing the comprehensive exam at the end of this year, eventually seeing an optic disc with an opthalmascope, not killing anyone during my clerkship years… But a lot of it is pretty ridiculous. A list of my favourite worries and cares are below for your enjoyment and derision: