Today my dstix was 4.9

Today I got mad-scolded by my preceptor. Buthen I read Eelynn's last comment and that cheered me up silly.

How mad-scolding? Well, noone else besides my dad has ever scolded me like that before. But wait, she can never usurp pa! Pa still wins hands down.

I'd have thunk if I were to kena some serious telling-off it would be because of my insane inability to get homework done like shazaammm (all snappy-like). Think a whole weekend of not going out and yet I cannot finish presentation slides. Noone else in my batch has this problem so I'm putting it down to me being lazy, stupid and plain just cannot be bothered.

Why can I not be bothered? I dunno. Maybe I'm not seeing things the way other people are seeing it. I just don't see the point of putting somebody like me with the miniscule amount of knowledge I have into the wards to pinpoint the doctors errors and yell bloody murder!!! everytime they misspell allopurinol or misplace that decimal point in 0.5mg l-thyroxine so that I can fanatically graze a strike onto my CP3 sheet and do a minor victory dance inside because now I can clerk that case and add that as my PCI.

Fuggrit.

And what the fuck is the deal with CP2 forms?? It's not so much clerking a case, you're basically copying down the bloody information from the BHT. Oh yea, EXTREMELY helpful for the pt. Is there some huge ass big freaking unbelievably gargantuan monstrosity of an African elephant Jupiter and the sun combined point that I am missing here? Is something so ridiculously obvious regarding these borang2 CP just whooshing by my head without me taking a-notice??

Please, fucking do let me know. Because I seem to be clerking them, filing them, and then never thinking about them again. Am I doing something wrong here? Is the entire clinical pharmacy system here extremely retarded and flawed or would the retarded and flawed just exist on my side only? Do, fucking let me know.

So back to the case in point, I was not scolded for being lazy. I was scolded because of miscommunication and fucking apparently, that is irritating. Fucking miscommunication my fucking ass foot because I asked her, "Hey do you want my slides by Monday?" and then she went, "No, I want an outline by Monday." So I did what my puny little brain told me was an outline and I got fucking whooped in the ass for it.

Clever.

I'm beginning to think doing ward pharmacy might take just a lil bit of its toll on your character, your ability to let things go and your general state of anal retentiveness.

But let's not start the bitching and the passive-aggressive blogging just because I'm all riled up and sick of this shit. I have four more days of crazy and then let's hope things cool down after. And then if I ever see the words s/l GTN again, I'll just explode I tell you. BOOMPH! Massive unreliable tons of schmuck!!