9 days until I learn my fate...

And the wait is killing me. What am I waiting on? To find out where (and if) I matched into an anesthesia program. Actually, I find out if I matched somewhere on Monday, but I don't find out where until Thursday when our class has a big party. I wasn't nervous about it until last week, but now it is never far from my mind. Part of me thinks I'll get my 1st choice program, but another part of me thinks I won't match anywhere and I'll be left "scrambling" to get an unfilled spot in God knows what city. I'm starting to worry I didn't interview at enough places and didn't put enough places on my rank list. I ranked 5, and in the past, 85% of med students have matched at one of their top 3 choices. Pretty good odds, but that means that 21 people in my class won't match anywhere. Yikes. Why do they make us suffer like this? It's only the rest of my life at stake......
My worst nightmare would be to get an email from my dean on Monday telling me I didn't match anywhere. I'll be on pins and needles that day. If I don't get an email from him, that means I matched someplace.

So, I'm on the 2nd week of a 2 week vacation I took, and I've spent practically the entire time sick. I had all these lofty plans of beginning my running again and instead, I got sick. My voice is coming back slowly(much to my boyfriend's chagrin), but my hacking cough is hanging around, especially at night. Miraculously, last night I didn't cough at all during the 90 minute band concert I played in. However, like clockwork, right when I got home I started coughing and couldn't stop. It's like my trachea knew.

So, to sum up my vacation: I have been worthless. Yesterday I stayed in my jammies all day and didn't take a shower until 6:30pm (before the concert). Today, I slept until 11am, went to lunch with my boyfriend, and then went for an hour massage. What a life! I think now I'll go take a bubble bath...