Clinical Update/Bad Omen

I was nervous for absolutely no reason, as usual.

I was actually bored out of my mind the whole time I was there. We arrive at 12, get our patient assignment and get their medications, history, diagnosis, etc, and then actual clinical starts at 2. My patient was a sweet old man, looked like George Bush, which was kind of freaky, and had a slightly overbearing family that refused to leave the room, at any time, for anything. They even had an Excel worksheet and graphs, charting his vital signs, and needed them taken atleast 3 times a shift (MD only requested them taken once per shift). This poor old man wasn't even that ill. He had a case of minor cellulitis, and nothing more. I

Anyway, I was bored after hung my whole 2 meds and did my patient assessment, and every one else in my group was pretty much bored too.

However, I think there may be a bad omen cast upon this terribly slow and boring clinical.

There is a girl in my group that I will affectionaly call Makeup girl. Makeup girl, obviously implied by the name, wears way too much makeup. She earned this name freshman year; her face has been cakey-orange ever since I met her, even though she is actually a pleasant olive skin tone. I wonder if she knows? Hm...

Anyway (for the 2nd time). We begin clinical at 3. Makeup girl's patient dies upexpectedly right at 3. Bad omen? First day of clinical, first our, first death? I'm thinking this is not a good thing, right?