It only took four days for me to have my very first nursing school breakdown. And, believe it or not, mine wasn't the first.
It came on Thursday, after 8 hours of class. We'd had four hours of lecture, 3 hours of lab time, and two quizzes. I had failed my first attempts to take arterial blood pressure using a sphygmomamometer, and fumbled between counting respiration rates and beats of the radial pulse.
I know these are skills that will take practice to learn. However, as a self-diagnosed perfectionist, I want to get everything right the first time.
Combined with the stress of Wednesday night's Patho class, which left me with an overwhelming sense of doom, there was only one thing I wanted to do...
Call. My. Mom.
After many tears, a short run around the park with Andy, some dinner and a pep talk from Dad, I felt much better.
The week of tweaking is over. Now it's time for my new game plan (Operation Work My Butt Off) and some serious studying.
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