Pity Party for One

The party is for me. Because I am pitiful. True. At least I feel pitiful.

The first six weeks of orientation have ended. Not necessarily on a good note. I would go into all of the sordid details, but it would be a book. Really. I just want to say that every person has their own breaking point. Mine was about 2 weeks ago.

Now it's time to reflect, rebuild, and grow. And hopefully my preceptor on night shift doesn't lose focus on teaching me about critical care. Sigh.

I think I will go watch some tv, and indulge in some escapism for awhile. And maybe eat the rest of that pint of Ben & Jerry's sitting up in my freezer, calling my name.