I am having a rough time. I constantly feel like I don’t know enough or that my preceptor must think I am so dumb. Don’t get me wrong, there are times where I am in with a patient and interacting or where my preceptor comments on my charting in a favorable way. Those times I am so sure that I am where I belong.
sigh, today was not that day. I’m finding that the ends of the week, those fridays where I pack all of my stuff up, load up my car and drive 4 hours home.

by the time I get home, I am exhausted. Both from the day, the drive and the whole week. I am surly with my family, overly critical and cranky.

I wonder if I have enough fuel in my body to do this.