I went to an all-day meeting of my nursing school yesterday. Sitting through the morning as the orientation packet was read practically verbatim, I had a sinking feeling in my solar plexus. I am suffering from an acute case of the jitters. Or, as they say in Latin, "jitterum nauseaum nervosum".
I don't know why I ever thought this would be a good idea. I am looking through packets of information and can't make heads or tails of it. I don't know what I'm doing, and I will be found out shortly. Ugh.
Unfortunately, I think it's too late to back out now. As they told Princess Diana, "Your face is on the tea towels, Duchess!" Maybe I can use one to wipe my sweaty brow.
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