Gina Bean!

Today’s been one of those days that, through no one person’s fault, has been crappy and miserable.  I didn’t feel as organized as I would like, I was missing some of the simplest things, and one of the families I discharged was rather unhappy as they were leaving.  Then, right after getting checkout in the PICU, the attending asked me endless questions I should’ve known the answer to but just wasn’t able to come up with because I was so tired and flustered from the day’s events, and I felt like an idiot.

Surprisingly, despite sounding like I belong back in MS 1 classes, I’ve started feeling better.  It’s mostly because Jasmine knew I was upset and brought me dinner, and because I’m on call with fun residents, but I think, in some tiny part of me, I’m also happier because my attending made me think more about what I was doing and I already feel like I’ve gotten something useful out of this call night.

Now though, I’m hoping for some peace and quiet so I’m not as ditzy and airheaded tomorrow.