Tomorrow is D-Day and I am contemplating pushing back the exam. I am looking over material and I have no idea what the hell anything is anymore. Ugh.... I realized last night at about midnight that I haven't really spent any time on pathology or pharmacology, but spent all my time on biochem, physio, and micro. At about 1201AM, a minute after I realized this, my adrenal medulla received word, and started secreting gallons of epinephrine. Soon, my heart caught on to all of this commotion, and then my brain joined the party. Every insecurity, fear and worry popped into my head. Like that time in High School, when Dr. Plass laughed at me when I said I wanted to be a surgeon, and proceeded to tell me that I wouldn't amount to anything. What about that that doctor I went to see when I hurt my hand-he told me I would never make it through med school. Were they right? Am I really not capable of this? I was too awake to go to sleep, and too sleepy to be study. Stuck in this confused, fearful state, I managed not to sleep, and now, I don't know what to do. Well, I figure this is somehow 'normal', and I should just say screw it and hope for the best. I hope that I at the very least hit my NBME 3 score, which I took about 4 weeks ago. People don't go down with studying, do they?