I ran into Dr. Cardiologist today in the hallway, and figured I better warn him that I'm leaving. He told me he knew, that Dr. Slightly Younger (but arrogant) Cardiologist had told him. We talked for a couple minutes, and he said that it seemed like a good thing, that sometimes you have to take a step backwards to move forwards, that I'd learn a lot.
And then, I guess Dr. Slightly Younger (but arrogant) Cardiologist must have told him that I was working overnights so that I could finish my pre-med requirements. Okay. I realize this is sad. I realize it's insane that I never mentioned a word about wanting to become a physician to Dr. Cardiologist. I don't really have a good excuse for this. I am a wuss.*
Dr. Cardiologist continued to talk. He offered to talk about med school stuff any time, that he (and all his colleagues in his cardiology practice) had been through the process, that I could contact him whenever. He was really nice! I thought I was going to pass out. Or cry. Or cry and then pass out.
*I looked up wuss, and apparently it may originate from the word pussy. Some theorize that a wuss is "half-wimp, half-pussy."