I'm tired. My eye balls want to be draped with my eyelids for at least 8 hrs straight for once. Four a.m. is getting mighty old. I'm still loving my new rotation, but it's killing me having to get up so early three (five, if you count class too) times a week.
I decided to hold off on moving back to the city until I know for certain that I'll have a job post graduation. I just started working on my resume and will be leaving it w/ the supervisors when I'm wrapping up my last clinical rotation. I only have one more that's starting in March, and I'll most likely stay at my current location and go into the NICU. I think I can deal with tiny crying babies, but I'd rather not try to pacify an angry three year old that is supposed to be taking an Albuterol treatment who has a wicked right hook (true story, happened to a friend at a children's hospital).
Anywho. Things are moving right a long. Next thing I know... I'll have RRT behind my name :) Niiiiice.
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