I’m 3 days into a 4 day weekend, that’s just how I roll.
Although Bristol is only 1 week into normal term time, I am
just about to start week 7 of my first 9 week unit. This means that deadlines
and the like are approaching and so I’ve spent a large proportion of my last
three ‘days off’ actually doing work. We have a group project which is to make
a scientific poster/presentation type thing on how dietary factors affect gout.
Somehow I got landed with the job of putting it all together and making it look
nice which has taken so so much time. I’ve finally managed to get it done after
hitting the library at 9am on a Sunday, I’m pretty sure you could have counted
the entirety of the library’s other occupants on one hand, it was depressing. I
have also got a presentation to make for Tuesday and a 2000 word essay due in
for Friday; I have started neither of these yet.
In other news my week has been same old same old. The
highlight was probably getting to give someone an actual injection. It was
probably one of the easiest things I have ever done but it was still very
exciting. I honestly can’t think of anything else good to happen this week, it
was all clinics and tutorials with nothing of note happening. I get picked on
by one of the consultants who teaches us every week, I think it’s just because
I am the only one whose name he can remember so I he has to ask me all the questions,
it is a very stressful experience.
Being back in Bristol for the weekend has made me realise
now how much I have been taking for granted the fact that in Taunton I have no
bills to pay. In the house it has so very chilly the entire time but we just
can’t bring ourselves to turn the heating on yet.
Next Sunday is the medic’s fresher’s bar crawl which is
always fun. As third years we get to wear scrubs which, let’s face it, is
pretty fucking cool. It does mean that I have to go see what will probably be
several hours of surgery for the sole purpose of getting let into the changing
room where the scrubs are kept.
Did y’all see that guy jump from space!? Boy was that fair
less exciting than it was built up to be.
Right, I’m off to curl myself into a ball wrapped in my
duvet in attempt to bring some feeling back into my frozen toes.
Night.
