Critical care will kick my ass. There are thirteen weeks (and a couple of days) to go, and I'm going to need every single one of them.
Holy crap. I know *nothing*. Everything I thought I knew isn't going to be enough. My brain hurts already. Holy crap.
But I'm jazzed. Seriously excited, wanting to figure out more, wanting *not* to have to do any more mimblemumble administrative stuff, wanting to get back out on the floor.