Call the men with the white jackets
I'm tired: of studying, writing, hoop jumping, worrying about numerous things, sleeping 5 hrs or less most days, of Argosy U, of attitudes, of selfishness, of not having time for family, friends and things much more important than any of this ever really will be
I'm overwhelmed: with studying, the kids, national boards, the house, wondering where I'm getting the $$ to take national boards, kids' extra-curricular activites, applications, school projects
I'm nervous: about passing boards, and what happens if I don't pass, wondering how I'm surviving the next 12 weeks, about being able to land a job; am I even competent enough to do it?
I'm pissed off: for doubting myself, at those of you that make yourselves unavailable when you're needed most, at the weather (MN..WHAT was I thinking??), at the fact that I can't have a pan of brownies and cry with Karin until I feel better...
Oddly, amongst this, I had the MOST fantastic day in clinic: I scored 93% on my radiographs and completed a moderately hard patient in 80 mins with no errors. Even my instructor tried to sway me from having a final today. I KNEW, for the first time in all my time there, that I had rocked it. Never had I been so sure. Even she was surprised that I got it done; and even more so when I got a 100% on the prophy (teeth cleaning). The high was short lived, but I was truly thrilled. I know you don't know what any of that means, but trust me, it is pretty cool.
What to do.. I know I need to have a big cry and let the pressure off the cooker, buck up, put on my big girl panties and just deal. But for whatever reason, I'm not allowing that. Maybe just venting here a bit will help...some.
I didn't come here for pity; I came here to sort my thoughts.