Still plugging along over here. School, true to Nursing School From Hell form, continues to be a stressful, anxiety-producing pain in the ass right up to the bitter end. I'm terrified. And my jaw hurts because I am walking around all clenched all the time. Even when I sleep. I'm fantasizing about lorazepam. Or any heavy sedative really. I'm not picky.
Also, I pretty much hate everybody right now. Classmates, family, extremely tolerant fiance who doesn't deserve an extra ration of my crap, etc. Pretty much any human being who attempts to interact with me. I still like the Kiddo (and have tons of mommy guilt). And the dogs. The dogs are ok.
I have one large, obnoxious, paper left to write. One. You'd think I'd be encouraged, bolstered by the fact that it's the very.last.one. But no. Instead I have a crippling case of writer's block and have written 3/4 of a page of text in the last 5 days. On Friday, I start my last marathon run of 12 hour shifts. It's not going to be pretty. So I have 2 days to write a paper. Typing that just made me a little nauseous.