So I feel I should acknowledge the weather, since it's really outdone itself, even by the standards of weather-PMS we're used to here in not-so-sunny England. What the hell happened?! I swear, just two weeks ago I was sat in the garden with a Solero, reading a book, dressed like a girl, and steadily getting sunburnt, as follows:
But then, just like that, it was gone. Like the sky got shy or something and was like 'STOP LOOKING AT MY BLUE-NESS, I CAN'T TAKE IT, I MUST RETURN TO GREY AND REMIND THESE PEOPLE OF THE MEANING OF OVERCAST AND DAMP'
Apologies, I am in a strange mood.
Which allows me to segue shamelessly into the fact that I have just started my psychiatry block, woo! Haven't met patients yet, we're still having introductory lectures, but it is all massively interesting and I really have been enjoying learning all this random new stuff abotu mood disorders etc. Also I'm pretty sure I have many traits of Generalised Anxiety Disorder. But then, a large number of us self-diagnosed ourselves with some kind of psychiatric condition by the end of the first day. Maybe we're all just hypochondriacs- another psychiatric condition. Ahem. Steam coming out of ears.
I feel like I never really acknowledged the surgery block being over- let's just say the highlight of it was getting to hold someone's small intestines out of the way (The surgeon needed space to work in the abdomen so just piled the intestines onto the patient's chest). This was the coolest thing that has ever happened to me. Intestines are warm @_@ And as I was holding them, they were actually moving, kind of like worms, beneath my fingers!!! I thought something was wrong and that the patient's intestines had come alive to strangle me, but realised eventually that I was actually seeing peristalsis, the natural contraction of the intestines in order to move food along. Mind = BLOWN.
Also got to cut a few stitches/feel a few intestinal tumours before they were removed. I have decided never to be a surgeon though. The main reason for this is that once you're scrubbed up, your hands are sterile so you can't touch anything, not even your mask to adjust it. So naturally my mask rode up my face repeatedly, and pushed up at my eyelashes, causing me to be blinded by eye-irritation until I plucked up the courage to ask the nurses to lower my mask for me. Naturally, it had ridden up again within seconds of them pulling it down and I didn't have the guts (OH, PUN INTENDED) to ask them again.
I BOUGHT THIS AWESOME BAG/SATCHEL THING
My dad approved of it more than is normal for him...or for any male, really. I was walking around with it in the store in the way you do when you try on new shoes, and caught my dad looking over and giving me massive thumbs up and a hugely happy expression. I was impressed by this, as he doesn't tend to acknowledge that I am a female.
I have got into Arrested Development! It is utterly brilliant, and so, so funny. Will Arnett and David Cross are my favourite things about it, but I had to put in this clip. Generally the premise is that Michael Bluth (Jason Bateman) tries to cope with his hugely dysfunctional family. A running joke through the series is that none of Michael's family seem to know what a chicken looks/sounds like, so whenever someone calls Michael a chicken and subsequently attempts to imitate one, it's disastrous/hilarious. Observe:
Also, listen/re-listen to this, as it is totally awesome :D
I Shall return with a verdict on Psychiatry block! Just give it a few weeks.
In a while, crocodiles!
:)
