NCLEX Prep Is Eating My Soul

You guys, I am DYING. Like literally dying under a mountain of nursing textbooks and practice questions. The NCLEX is in three weeks and I’m pretty sure my brain has turned into scrambled eggs.

NCLEX Prep Is Eating My Soul

I’ve been camped out at the kitchen island for approximately six hours straight, and Marcus keeps silently appearing with fresh coffee like some kind of caffeinated fairy godmother. No questions, no “how’s it going?”, no trying to peek at my notes. Just coffee and a quick shoulder squeeze before disappearing back to his computer. This is why I’m keeping him.

The crazy part is that I KNOW this stuff. I’ve been doing clinical rotations for months, I’ve passed all my classes, I can insert an IV blindfolded (okay maybe not blindfolded but you get it). But there’s something about THE TEST that makes everything feel impossible. Like, what if I forget everything the second I sit down? What if I accidentally kill someone because I mixed up my drug dosages?

Three more weeks of this madness and then I’ll officially be a Real Nurse. Assuming I don’t have a complete mental breakdown first. Send more coffee. And maybe some sanity.