Warning: don't be sick on August 1

Yup...that's what the Guardian Headlines screamed.
It was my last day today as a "baby" doctor. Suddenly tonight as i sleep, alongside with millions of other "baby" doctors, the transformation will occur, when we will wake up tmw as registered doctors (who apparently know stuff). I'm scared. I don't wanna be a "grown-up" doctor!

Today, in view of my last day at chav city...i did the following:
1. Bacon roll for breakfast. Ya-huh.
2. Ice-cream cos' its a really hot day
3. Move out 1 years' worth of stuff into my humble car...which did not explode!
4. Move back into the flat...with my possessions in garbage bags
5. Said good-bye to all the others
6. Shed 2..no, 3 tears.
7. Cannulated my fellow "baby" doctor cos she had cellulitis and required IV antibiotics, courtesy the on-call registrar
8. Handed over stuff the the person who will morph into me tmw at 0800hours...with words or wisdom like..." don't worry, it'll be fine..."
9. Have a run of palpitations cos i'm terrified of tmw!!!!!!

So, wish me luck for tmw, my homies...cos i'm scared!!!!!

Currently doing: Unpacking my stuff from bin-bags, before i forget and throw them out thinking it's trash.