Liz Going On

That is a public announcement.

I don’t want to have any tricks either. That is why I’m not answering my front door. Also I am busy.

Sorry children. I know I’m no fun. 

Sorry, I forgot to give that post a title.

And I’ve remembered something else.  

It smells in here.  Of smoke.

I have a new neighbour. Housing Association. Seems ok, but quite different from me. Don’t think she works….

I think the smoke is coming through the chimney system or something. Grump.

Good job I bought all those candles from Ikea this weekend, isn’t it?! 

Hello everybody.

I’m rewarding myself with a break from revision and I’ve decided to update you all.

Saturday night was ace! A fancy dress halloween party at Andrews house.  Turnout was good, and included.. The grim Reaper, A priest, Zombies, Grotbags, Characters from A Clockwork Orange and The Village of the Damned, a Vampire, The possessed girl from the Exorcist (lucky we had a preist really!) and other random witches and devils.  Much alcohol was drunk. Some fireworks with big names and little fizzes were released (by myself! mucho fun!  Alsion, fireworks are ace! Despite the fact they don’t last long!) and merriment was had.

Sunday morning came and the clocks had gone back.  Cass, Joe, Helen and Andy were staying in varoius parts of the house and slept in longer than we did.  Well I would have slept for ages, but got disturbed by an Andrew fidgeting.  We cooked breakfast, mmmm, then went on an expotition (As winnie the pooh would say) to the new Ikea.  It was ok. Quite ikea like really. Between us we bought 442 candles! And a few other things.

Yesterday was work. On ICU. I got to do big needle things I’d not done before (tracheostomy, incase you’re interesed. It was quite exciting and gruesome!) and teach other big needle things to people more junior that me (they’re finally starting to exist!).  One of the nurses had to phone a nurse specialist about one of the patients.  It turned out that she was talking to a friend of mine who used to be in choir.  I mentioned this to the sister in charge and she said that the same nurse was her cousin, and she’d been a bridesmaid at her wedding!  I’d not had contact from Sylvia (the nurse specialist) for ages, apart from a couple of emails and texts, and I decided that I should phone her for a natter this week. I got to Andrews and my mobile rang. It was Sylvia calling for a chat! She didn’t know that I was now worked in the ICU that phoned her for advice today, so it was a real coincidence!

Revising today. Is going ok. I have learnt something. But I need to stop getting questions wrong. Yeah, I know that might sounds obvious, but I’m getting really pissed off with myself getting things wrong I think I know. 

Another thing, which is worthy of its own post.  My mum posted me a balloon as she said I sounded uncheered when I spoke to her this week.  (Incase you’re wondering, it wasn’t inflated, I have to do that bit.  Wonder if you could post an inflated balloon?… Hmm. Might need to try this at some point!)

And she’s right, as was Winnie the Pooh, Nobody can be Uncheered with a Balloon. Fact. 

Its not been an easy week to be honest. I’ve not had anything nice to say, so I’ve not said anything at all. Was so bad I didn’t even go to choir, but is all a bit better now. I’ve got a few things to tell you about.

I’ve had to turn down the alto solo in Mozart’s requiem.  Boo. A friend is conducting a ‘come and sing’ day in Bury. I agreed to do it, and asked if I could audition for the alto solo. This was back in May. I’d not heard anything and as its the weekend before the exam I decided that I can’t spare the time so would miss out.  Having not heard about the solo I’d presumed it wasn’t mine. But I was chatting to the conductor online this week and he told me that I was the soloist! Bugger. Had to decline, but have passed it onto a friend who I think will really enjoy it and be better than me!

This afternoon I had an unsupervised afternoon for a day case list of operations. It was the first time I’d done this kind of thing totally unsupervised, so I’m now feeling quite chuffed that it all went well. Hurrah!

And I’ve gone into ’situation desperate’ regarding revision. Much work is being done and much more will be done in the next 5 weeks. My social life will suffer.   I’m going to do a couple of hours tonight then relax with a glass of wine and have an early night.  Not looking forward to fat club tomorrow, having had a difficult week means I’ve eaten all the wrong things.  Sigh.

While reading my lovely comments this morning I’ve noticed that the bug has miraculously settled and the greenness has gone. Hurrah!  Talking of comments, thank you all very much for commenting. I do appreciate it. I try to comment on the blogs I read but quite often don’t feel that inspired.  Anyway, moving on.

I’m off work today as worked the weekend.  Bloody needed a day off as friday was busy, saturday was busier and sunday was totally hellish. The nurses were being bitches on sunday too. I normally don’t like to slag them off as most of the time they’re ace and I couldn’t do my job without them. But yesterday I happened to disagree with one of them about a clinical situation and then they all put their stropmeister coats on.  I’m probably not describing the situation very well, but I can’t really say more (after last time I don’t want to go through that again!). Anyway, Sunday was so busy that I didn’t stop till eat till I got home, at half nine pm.  I ran a busy ICU for twelve hours survivng solely on 8 custard creams and a piece and a half of cake. Made up for it last night with pizza and wine though!

Today I’m revising. Its a good day and I feel that I’m getting somewhere. But I’m revising stuff I understand and know a bit about and tolerate (physics). I had to stop my self doing stuff I understand and like and know (pharmacology) but am still naughtily avoiding the stuff I don’t undersrand and don’t like and don’t know (physiology).  Better get on! 

Ok, I accidently lied yesterday.

Turns out it wasn’t post 100, it was more like post 103, making this 105.

Sorry. 

15 years ago today my Dad died.

I don’t really think about it often, and I’m not normally sad either.  But occasionally, on days like today I think about it and get a little sad.  I was 11 at the time and looking back that seems awfully young.  I’m sad not because I want my Dad back, but I miss having a Dad.  That probably makes me seem very uncaring and ungreatful to my Dad.  But its not really. If he was alive he’d be 90 years old and I wouldn’t want that. And I know that my dad made me the person I am today, and for that I am very greatful.

15 years seems an awfully long time ago.

I do miss him. Like at my graduation, when I could just imagine the look of pride on his face to see his little girl graduate as a doctor to follow in his footsteps.  And at my brothers wedding. And I know if I have a wedding then I’ll miss him there, but I also know that I have someone who would love to give me away and is very special to me (and that’s my Brother). But I’ve also got used to him not being there, and I can’t really imagine having him still in my life.

So why am I blogging about this, when normally I restrict my blog to acts of drunkedness/stupidity/random musings? I’m not really sure to be honest. Maybe I feel a bit guilty that I’m not really that sad, should I be more bothered?  Maybe I’m walllowing in misery? I often wonder what there is after life.  I like to think of my Dad being sat up there on a cloud watching me (occasionally, not all the time! That’d be really freaky and wrong!) and smiling about how my life is turning out, but he might not be there at all. And if I had the answer to that then I’d be a very rich woman.

I might delete this post tomorrow when I’m not feeling so intensely self reflective.

I’ve just realised that this is the hundreth post in my blog! Hurrah! Go me! Wonder how long I’ll keep this blogging malarkie up for.  Probably quite a while, until I get bored/fed up of self promoting… (which personally I can never see happening, as I love the limelight so much!). Anyway I’ve got two things to rant about today..

The new Ikea…. I hate it. Its at the end of Andrew’s street and is ugly, big, blue and yellow, bright, open all hours and makes the traffic evenmore of a nightmare than it previously was (and it took me 1 hour 20 minutes to get to work this morning, which is a journey of 11.1 miles according to the AA and should take 19 minutes. Pah! Ok, so I probably shouldn’t blame Ikea for that, but I’m going to anyway).

Revision..  I’m rubbish at it. I get distracted and don’t read stuff. Then I get grumpy as I’ve wasted time. Then I have a nap.  I’m kinda making progress but really feel I should be making more. I thought that parting with £700 to take the bloody thing would help focus my mind. AArgh!!! I hate it. There’s too much to do and most of it is boring. There’s some stuff I don’t really understand either. Why am I so lazy?

Oh yes, while I’m on this ranting thing another thing. Chocolate tastes better than yoghurt. FACT. In a trial I performed at lunchtime, the evidence became totally apparant that chocolate is better.  Dieting sucks too.

God, I’m miserable at the moment.  And I do feel sorry for those people close to me.  Sorry Folks…. 

Choir tonight was fun!  We were rehearsing Messiah, which potentially could have been quite dull, but we got to sing different parts. So the Altos and the basses swapped as did the tenors and the sops.  I enjoyed being a bass!  They have good lines to sing.

I had a little panic this morning as I couldn’t find my Messiah.  It wasn’t on the bookshelf with my other choral music, nor was it with my piano music.  It turned out to be hiding in my bedroom.  Not sure why I had the messiah in my bedroom, (he’s not the messiah, he’s a very naughty boy.)