Ch-ch-changes

I quit my PCT job. I had to. It was all becomming too much. I was spread so thin, that I was probably see through.

I had to make a hard decision. Do I continue trying to do everything, and not do well in school? Or do I admit defeat, and realize that there are only so many hours in a week, and I need to finish school strong, and not half-ass it through advanced med-surg. 10 hours of study time is a lot to give up.

For clinicals this week, we worked a health fair at a gym in a poor part of town. I like working health fairs. We are done with the hospital for this clinical. We have this weekend off, then on 12/2 we have the BIG pass/fail critical thinking/careplan test. Then the following week is the comprehensive assessment test. Then finals, then pinning, then VEGAS!!!!!!

Where the heck did a whole year go?

Tonight is a HUGE test in kidney and hematology. I have been studying my butt off, not that you can tell by looking at it. And then, the last thought I had last night before drifting off to sleep was "I can't believe how much knowledge I have gained in the past two years." Sometimes, I feel like I can't possibly fit another bit of information into my brain. And yet somehow, someway, more gets in there.

W. :)