She is an excellent nurse and I would totally not mind working with her as a coworker. But as a preceptor I feel like she sort of abandoned me and hung me out to dry. We had a difficult assignment, no doubt. And no one died, crumped or even circled the drain. But I think I might have vaporised my deodorant and lost a few years off my life today.
Yet somehow I want to take the onus on myself and beat myself up about not being good enough, when I know I gave 100% today and did the best I could in a tough situation.
Just... argh. Frustration. And it's 45 minutes past my bedtime and I can't relax enough to sleep.