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the calm before the storm

I took a couple hours PTO from work to rev myself up for my killer day tomorrow. I attempted to go to the medical center before work, but I didn’t have enough time to obtain my assignment. I went after work tonight and will have to do what I have to do with it before I go to bed.

I was accompanied by a woman in the elevator going up to where I have my clinicals. She was getting off the floor before mine, and before she got out, she told me, “Thank you so much for all the things you do for the sick people.” I was wearing my lab coat, so she must have mistaken me for a doctor. I’ve been feeling discouraged since I technically bombed my test by two points on Monday, but the lady’s kind words rekindled this passion I have to become an RN.

I need to study so much more. I need to pass my classes. I need to quit slacking. I think about the fact that I work 40 hours a week, but that can’t be an excuse. I think about the women in my class and how most of them have families to take care of, and they’re doing just fine. I admit it. I’m just being lazy, and I’m not fixing it as much as I should. I know what I need to do, and I just need to do it.

I will sleep tonight unlike the previous week. I love sleep. I desire sleep. I need sleep. I will be in bed by 1, and I will get at least four hours of rest. I don’t look forward to being at the medical center by 6:30, but I have to do what I have to do. Then I have to do it again on Friday. I am going to be so worn out by Friday night.

I am going to miss the afternoon talk shows that I usually sleep through when I don’t have to be at my clinicals. I’ll miss Maury reading off the results of DNA Testing to an unhappy couple and yelling, “You are NOT the father!” I truly do miss the redundancy in my life when I was waiting to be accepted in the nursing program. I miss not having to get up ’til one or two every weekday and staying up far into the night. I can’t wait ’til the summer. Spring Break will only be a taste.

Time never stops ticking. If I could only freeze it for a few moments while I sleep or if I could only turn it back a little when I’m running late for something, then I would.

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