Prodigal Blogger
I doubt that title is correct in my situation, but here I am blogging none the less. I’m in the midst of some hard things in my education. I’m told that the content will continue to get more difficult, but that clinicals will become easier as we mature and progress and settle into routines in assessments and care of patients. It’s amazing! I love this. I really do. I’m exhausted. I think I’ve said that a hundred times. Clinicals are not boring in the least, and each day I start out feeling completely incompetent but continue to experience and learn new things with each passing day. Work is really not bad. It’s monotonous, but my great displeasure stems from the fact that I work EVERY single weekend. I miss my little girl. She misses me. I tell her that this won’t last forever, and use this experience to stress to her the importance of graduating from college BEFORE she gets married and has children so that she won’t have to leave her children behind all the time in order to finish school and pay the bills. Hopefully this will sink in, and she will realize one day that I would always much rather be with her rather than what I’m doing. I think I’m rambling now. I have interesting things to say and thoughts and feelings to express, but my brain can’t seem to articulate them here. I’m overwhelmed and frustrated and tired and stressed and excited and so many things all at the same time. I know they’re are people out there. I would love to read your comments (good and bad, I can take it) and know that somebody is reading all of this nonsense. Take care and good night!