We just left my crazy morning frenzy.
I had to work in the morning, then my boss let me borrow her own watch for my exam–thank goodness. And I felt extremely tired, but not nodding off or anything like that. My professor had told us she really liked numbers. That we ought to know all these statistics and incidence percentages and ratios and decimals she was giving us: 3-5% of at risk babies with HL; 3:1,000 well babies w/HL; 5.7 in 1000 of all babies with HL; 35% of those 65 yrs and up w/HL; 16-19 million working adults age 20-64 w/HL; etc, etc. etc. . . She even took the (ample) time in class to have us scratch out the numbers printed on the power-point to give us the most recent data based on the newest census. So I studied them–under protest because I think you can always look up the most current data online–no need to memorize irrelevant things. But I did–and that still wasn’t asked on the test >-[ I wrote it in where ever I could so all that studying didn’t go to waste.
And when all was said and done, after my terrible weekend of non-studying, interrupted sleep, and awful morning–I got 103/108 on the thing. I actually wonder what I missed–I felt like I aced it. If intertragal notch is intra or something I could have messed that up. Or I tend to make stupid errors–maybe my fatigue contributed to a skipped question or something. . . I’ll have to look on Monday.
Did that seem a little anti-climactic after a 3-part intro? Maybe it was. I’m sorry, I’m a little tired.
You see, my problem day (everyone else’s that is) of my new schedule was today. I was supposed to set them up for the morning and leave at 10 AM. And I wanted everyone to see how valuable that is–even though they’re all mad about it now. I didn’t want to leave anything undone for anyone to gripe about–and especially so my schedule doesn’t revert “because it doesn’t work.” So it was of the utmost importance that I get to work early, clean, prep files and cages, take and type in the vitals, do the house cats–everything so that when everyone else came in all they had to do was the stuff coming in on Friday’s schedule.
Except my plan was derailed in a major way when work texted and said the power would be turned off from 5-7 AM. That’s my go-time! I would never get everything accomplished if I couldn’t start until 7. . . What ever was I going to do??? I stressed out, tossed and turned, worried. Do I go in late and not get anything done and give everyone more reason to be mad and complain about the schedule change? Finally, I decided I would go in at the early time anyway. I would do all the stuff. . . By flashlight.
And that’s exactly what I did. I got to work at 5:30 AM and cleaned the floors and both bathrooms, cleaned upstairs and medicated the house cats, took vitals on the hospitalized buddy and medicated and cleaned his kennel, restocked and watered–by flashlight and in the dark. No one can say I’m a lazy slacker who doesn’t care enough about work, making the business suffer. . . So needless to say it’s 7:24 PM and I’m going to bed.