These blissful days are fading…
It’s such a comforting thought to know that I spent my last days of freedom writing a paper, that most likely will never find a publishing journal, since my mind’s mush and I can’t finish the stupid thing.
Twelve hours to go, folks.
Checklist:
Shoes–new, cushy soles. Haven’t wore them though…
Stethoscope
Pens (plural)
Palm Pilot (new programs on it, thanks to Chris)
Pager with new batteries
Notebook for patient information
Study books/pimp questions
Supply of ibuprofen/aspirin/tylenol
Set of clean scrubs
Nametag
I think I might be ready.
In case it’s a long time until you hear from me–have a fabulous summer!
XO to all!
Good luck!
*HUGS*
We’ll talk when it’s over.
Love
Me.
Knock ’em dead!
(Or, you know…the hospital-appropriate version of that)
Oh, wonderful (not good, but wonderful) luck!!!!!
Lovemuch,
Donna