Made it through a colossal gauntlet of beastly deadlines for all my classes on Thursday through Saturday, and I had a test in basic nursing this morning. After being fried on all the frantic desperation on all that other stuff, I had not much left over with which to focus on today's test. I still managed to study, some, but it may be more important that I got some good sleep this weekend, and didn't have insomnia last night. I made a high C, to my relief. Amazingly, half the class did worse than I did-- 19 students made Ds and 13 made Fs on that exam-- kind of staggering.
So I'm baby-stepping away. My on-site clinicals concluded last week. I have a major assignment due related to that in a couple of weeks, but after tomorrow, I only have one simulation lab clinical remaining for the semester. The mile markers are passing and it's starting to feel like I may pull a squeaker after all.
My house is a mess. The dining/living area are actually not bad, except for two substantial piles of clean clothes and school papers strung across every horizontal surface. I've managed to smooth my feathers enough to deal with most of the clothes, and I think I can at least punch some of the papers into a semblance of order. Even if there's a lot to be done, it feels much less manic if there's a tidy place to work. I found an empty classroom this afternoon that was very quiet, and I made a lot of progress there, so there must be something to that.
For now, though, baby steps, and watching the mile markers go by...