I told him about the job I'd applied for, and he said he would give me a glowing reference. He said I shouldn't have my career ruined by medical problems.
For perhaps the first time since last October, I have faith that I will succeed - that I will get this damned PhD and that I will get a job doing something I actually want to do. Now, just keep reminding me of that whenever I look like I'm about to fall apart again.