I was mortified as I walked into their exam room only to not be able to tell them their results. I had to excuse myself to reprint it from the computer.
Sienna, in my shadow, had zero sympathy for me. “You’re really slipping today, Amelia. Maybe you should just go home.”
“I don’t need to go home. It’s just a few mistakes,” I said, though I was growing more and more frustrated with myself. How could I keep making these errors? Was I truly that dependent on my checklist? Or had losing that simply started a chain reaction of mistakes throughout the day.
Sienna shrugged like it didn’t bother her either way.
After delivering the test results to that patient, I moved onto the next.
This patient had their file in a plastic box hanging beside the door. I picked it out and reviewed it. I even
