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Yet another day of fumbling while on the floor. I think my clinical coach is part of the problem. She's great at helping me out, but she's not so great at making sure I do things on my own. I have no problem with skipping breaks entirely and staying over 1.5 hours sans pay to make sure all my charting is done and the tests I was supposed to make sure were run are actually taken care of. My coach, though, lives in Staten Island and has two small kids, so she's constantly presuring me to finish at a certain time. It's frustrating, and I wonder how much I'm learning; I feel like I'm making the same mistakes over and over again. I just hope all my patients are well when I come in tomorrow (frack, in six hours today...it's already 1AM) and that I can handle the rush better.

The compliment I've gotten a couple of times is re: my voice. Specifically that's so "soft and kind". Well, sheet, those are always reasons I've given when asked why I hated it. I guess the quiet tones put patients at ease. Great? Meh.