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So this morning, APPARENTLY…I deserved a verbal ass kicking, IN FRONT of patients, because the linens on the bed I made had two wrinkles, at the corners. This professor, who has NO idea what is going on, in any area of her/our lives, is making my entire clinical group’s first experience on the floor a complete and living hell. I have been up for about 15 hours straight, and so glad to be home. Tomorrow should be awesome, I have to be up bright and early (again) for a quiz, a lecture, a pharmacology test (yet to be studied), and then a lovely evening of shitty-quality nursing homework. Because apparently, I am just a peon in the world of health care, and a complete failure because I allow my linens to become wrinkled, and spend time actually trying to do a little research on my patient before I enter his room.

Guess what I’m doing all night long?