Let me tell you about it.
Basically, everyone I know is swamped in an endless avalanche of stuff to do. P2’s have a schedule that looks like this:
Tomorrow. I have my final lab of the semester (not counting the lab practical)! We’re doing an emergency room situation where I have to compound while someone yells at me. I’m fully prepared to A) cry and B) kill the fictional patient. It’s at 8 in the morning. I can’t be bothered with saving lives then. :[ Also, the counseling portion of the lab final is tomorrow, so I’m going to be teaching a communication impaired patient how to use an inhaler. (I better learn how to use inhalers QUICK.)
Next week: Clusters Monday-Wednesday. Typical. Friday: They scheduled our therapeutics oral presentation for the Friday after clusters! They officially hate us. Luckily the oral presentation isn’t going to be 7 minutes of me rattling off 10 drug treatment evaluations. whew.
In two weeks: Self Care counseling lab final. Turning in a nutrition assignment that I haven’t started yet. Lab practical. My life is a party.
Three weeks: FINALS. I HAVE SIX FINALS.
I have this thing now where I say I want to “pieta” which means I want to go limp in someone’s arms because I can’t take it anymore. Blasphemous? Mmmaybe.