I'm just over half way done with my preceptorship. Ho.Ly. Crap. Crazy how time flies when you're...loving on cute babies and walking around like a zombie.
I am currently in the middle of what I am lovingly referring to as "Hell Week". Between Saturday night and Friday night, I will work and precept 72+ hours. In addition to my homework. And trying to see my kids at least once a day.
This is what I wanted, right? This is what I thrive off of?
It's true. I like pushing deadlines. I like exhaustion. I like feeling like my world may explode at any moment. Ridiculous as it sounds.