Tomorrow is my nursing D-Day. I probably should have watched Band of Brothers all day to get psyched up, but I didn’t. Instead we did Christmas with Zack’s side of the family. Although life with kids can seem chaotic at times, it didn’t remind me of WWII today, which I think means we did Christmas right, but I did Nursing D-Day PsychFest wrong.
My friend and nursing school buddy, Elise, encouraged me by saying that I might have around 20 heart attacks tomorrow, but the odds were low that I would maim or kill anyone. She also kindly pointed out that I get to go home and sleep right after I’m done, so, bonus!
I know it’s strange, but I was encouraged by her words. We nurses are a weird, weird breed.