Well, I just got home from working the night shift....and more importantly: my llast shift with a preceptor tied to my hip. Yes, it occurred to me as I was leaving the hospital that next time I show up, I'm on my own. And with that realization a bout of nausea quickly entered my stomach...which was promptly surpressed by my steely nurse stomach of steel!
In all actuality I really don't think it will be much different then what i've been doing because I've basically doing all the work already for a long time now. It's just the idea that I no longer have that safety net (someone bugging me all the time and checking behind me) that freaks me out. I'm about to climb the ladder to the high wire for my first solo performance...and it's a bit freaky. But, the show must go on and the trapeze artist must not die.
Did i mention i was tired? So there is no doubt this blog is sounding a bit nutty. I find around 4am I start to get a little punchy...which is good because when i'm laughing it's hard to be stressed. and that is a good thing. and it's going on 9 am and the wind is beating against my windows and i'm not sure why i'm not asleep. i guess i'll hit the hay for a few hours. merry christmas to all and to all a goodnight, no morning. what day is it again? 
