I went to work, the gym, showered, and am now watching Nickelodeon.
I’m pretty sure this was part of my dream as a child. Living the good life (granted, with my parents), feeling good, and dropping 3 whole pounds!!
…yes, I realize that this sounds a lot like obsessing, but when you’re under 5 feet, extra pounds show up everywhere, including places that God should’ve never invented in the first place.
This counts as my final week of orientation and I’m a mix of excited and freaked the fuck out. On one hand, I’m really psyched to start doing things my way without anyone hovering over my shoulder. Not that I don’t like my preceptor; quite the opposite, I really like her and I’ve really appreciated everything she’s done for me (and her insane amount of patience for my antics and general forgetfulness). But it’s going to be nice to not have someone essentially filtering my own words and process.
…on the other hand, I get a little jumpy when monitors go off and have a bad tendency of looking for her over my shoulder to ask, “Should I be worried?”
There’s still a few things I need to default to my preceptor in moments when I freak out, but for the most part, I’m really looking forward to having my own assignments. Here’s to hoping for the best.
