posted on June 4th, 2008.
I am running on empty. Would love to write a nice long life update but simply lack the energy. Tomorrow I have my skill check and I have to demonstrate sterile wound irrigation and packing. There is a 75% chance that I will not pass.
The hospital was boring this morning. I helped my patient bathe, cleaned her incision sites, and then stood around for 5 hours while she slept. Good times. I have literally DAYS of homework ahead of me. I barely can keep my eyes open on the drive home, and by the time I get to my apartment I can’t lift my dinner fork, let alone do homework. I need a break. I want my life back. My meds are messed up, my irritability is escalating, and things just aint RIGHT.
Atleast my boyfriend is cute and puts up with me.
posted on June 3rd, 2008.
It is way too early to be awake. Escpecially when you haven’t slept a wink the night before. This whole insomnia routine is getting old, way too fast. How long can the human body handle such a poor sleep regime? The psychiatrist would probably shoot me, but last night I took double the dose of my sleeping med, Temazepam. IT DID NOTHING. I was testing the waters to see what the “maximum” dose could do. Fail.
Anyway. It’s one of those mornings before clinical where I don’t want to be alive, I don’t want to have curly un-straightenable hair, I don’t want to take care of patients, I don’t want to give a bed bath, I don’t want to study for my wound irrigation/wound packing demo, I just want to curl up and not EXIST.
Off to inhale some coffee and make my way to the hospital. Pray that I don’t get a level 4 patient today who needs total care.
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