Clinicals, that is, and in one week school will be too. I'm just starting to believe that this semester won't go on forever. I didn't quite believe it near the end. And when I did I wished that it wouldn't because I would have to go through the last week and a half of school. Now I'm in the middle of it and am blessedly numb.
I really have very little to say. Not much has been happening that is worth writing down. I just keep thinking that if I don't write for a while everyone will think I've curled up and died under a mountain of work. It's not like I actually get to talk to people, you know.
It's exactly 20 miles to the hospital I had clinicals at this semester. I've be going there at least 2 days a week for 3 months and I just realized that today, on the last day.
I think I'm getting sick. Emilie has laryngitis, which is great being a voice major and having her major Final be singing, and I think I got her bug. When I woke up this morning my throat was raw and my nose was stuffy. Oh joy.
Some of the Med/Surg students on my hall were up last night working on their Care Plan when I went to bed and were sill up when I left for clinicals at 5:30. The presentation was (is still?) today.
A thoughtful Pearl Harbor Day to you.