Liz Going On

and its wonderful….

I have had this page open for about an hour. And I was intending to write a lovely long blog post, to make up for yesterday’s collection of fragments.

But I’ve been distracted by looking at new homes. As the market is so stagnent I had the brainwave that maybe we could part exchange this house for a newer, bigger, better one. So I’ve been drooling over all the lovely new houses being built. Trouble is I have no idea what my budget should be, so I had to aim high and now I’m wanting to buy 5 bedroom detached riverside houses costing far too much.  I did a mortgage search for a giggle and they were available, but the repayments were HUGE!

Back to reality. I guess I should really 1) decide where to live. 2) figure out a budget of some sorts and 3) discuss it with my beloved.

I was going to blog at lenght about the swimming pool. But Lisa has just done a swimming pool post, so I’ll probably wait.

I was also going to blog about how ace choir is. but I don’t think I can sum it up in words. You just *have* to be part of it.

I was going to rant about not having an august rota yet, but it arrived yesterday and looks ok.

I was going to go to work on Friday, but I was poorly.

I was going to to swimming today, but I’m still poorly.

I was going to revise more, but work and choir and poorliness got in the way. Oops.

I was going to review Mamma Mia, but its not really worth it, to be honest.

I am going to buy an iphone as an end of diet reward

I am going to buy lots of new clothes in the Sales as I seem to have settled on a size

I am really happy at the moment.

I am looking forward to a nice walk tomorrow

I am hopeful it’ll stay sunny

I am using a random approach to grammar and punctuation tonight, I hope its not offending too many of you.

I am trying to get my spelling right.

I am a big fan of Sloe Gin

I am astounded by the number of pregnant ladies out there. There’s loads of them. 

I have written enough now. Its all about me….

I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned, but Andrew has officially moved in.

He’s given away most of his furniture and rented out his house and now lives with me.

I’ve not done this before. Its exciting and a little bit scary too….

… when you’re feeling a little fed up and unmotivated for no real reason, but I’m going to anyway.

Firstly nice things….

1) the wedding photos I ordered from Kate and Ant’s photographer arrived this morning. They’re lovely. I’m about to order some of the ones I took too. I do like photos. I’ve recently realised that I’ve not got many, or any, pictures in frames from the last couple of years so I’m also going to order some nice ones to frame. I think. And I was in so could answer the door to the postman myself.  I had already ignored the meter reader, as I wasn’t getting out of bed at 9.20 am to let him read the meter.

2) Andrew bought me a surprise present yesterday. Bless, it was really nice. And he did the shopping. I like having him around. This is very good.

3) I bought two bunches of pink flowers for £2 yesterday. I love reduced things, and flowers make the world a better place. I also have some yellow roses which seem to be lasting forever.

4) I saw Rachel last night. We used to meet about once a month, but now it seems to have fallen to twice a year. Rachel was my clinical partner at medschool, and it utterly lovely.  We lived together for a bit too. We meet half way between our current homes, which is currently Ikea in Leeds. Have a coffee and a catch up and then a wander through the store.  When we were house officers our meetings were really special, as everything was so new and exciting and it seemed weird to not be working together. We’ve drifted apart a little, but she still has a very special place in my heart.  I wish we both had more time to meet more often. Oops, this is meant to be the ‘good’ coloumn.

5) Saturday night was lovely too. A little impromptu soiree involving good food, excellent company and wine. Miranda, Steve, Paula, Patrick, Andrew and myself all descended on Beluga for dinner, and it was great!  

6) I’ve started food rehab. The weaning process to come off space-food and go back to normal eating. So now I can introduce a little food each week, but the weighing and measuring has to begin. I can’t believe its been a year of dieting (on and off, but mostly on). I measured my calves yesterday, (like one does…) and I discovered I’ve lost 10 centimetres from around each calf. Crazy!!!

7) I’ve discovered swimming. Its ace! I’ve tried the aquatics centre and Levy pool.  I think I may join a gym with a nice pool soon, as both of the public ones have severe drawbacks (the showers mostly). And I played rounders on Sunday, and that was ace too. But now I ache a little.

That’s enough good things. On to the misery.

1) I’m probably grumpy pre nights.

2) I don’t seem to sleep very well, the house is a lot more noisey lately.

3) I didn’t get shortlised for the job I didn’t expect to get shortlisted for, but I’m still a bit upset.

4) Weighing and measuring is going to be really hard. I don’t want to get fat again. I’m scared of failing.

Ok, that’s enough misery for now. I could go on, but it won’t help, so I’ll ignore it.

I saw Rosie and Mahinda last night. It was a good example of random bumping into people. We were all in Hardy’s, I was with choir people and they were, erm, together (unsurprisingly!) MUGSS hockey people mostly.  It was very brief, but its always nice to see them.

I wish there was more fun time and less work time in this life.

I’ve just come off nights. Well I finished about 9am this morning.  I’ve eulogised about nights before, and I’m going to again now.

I’ve tried to work out if I like nights or not.  In previous jobs I’ve just done one night a week, and that’s plain confusing. You never know if you’re coming or going and I am a creature who likes routein, so it just seems to upset my constitution.  But you do get some days off during the week, which is rather nice.

I like nights at the moment. Apart from the poor sleep, and the vivid dreams. Today’s dream involved drugs and the supermarket and my wedding and a dog and spring rolls. I could write at lenght about how they all fit together, but I think I’ll leave your imaginations to try and assemble what my mind was doing. I guess it depends where I’m working. At the moment I’m in a department which I really like and works well and I feel I can do the job well, but its still taxing at times. So the nights can be fun, although they can be bloody awful too.  In previous departments where I’ve not been so happy I’ve not enjoyed the nights as much.

There’s usually a more supportive team effort during a night shift. Everyone pulls together to get stuff done, and quite often its when the latest gossip comes out too.

I sometimes think would I want a 9-5 job Monday to Friday. Although that sounds very nice I know its remarkably tiring at times (as three years ago I did it for three months. Well I guess it was more 8-6 Monday to Friday, so I just seemed exhausted and the weeks seemed so long! But not working a weekend for three months was ace!).  I’d love to give up working weekends, but I don’t really mind keeping the nights, but not too often please. The way the rota has fallen I’ll have done one week of nights a month for the past four months. That’s certainly more than the 1 in 7 I’m meant to have done, but life’s like that occasionally.

Enough eluogising.