Colour me disturbed

Still no time for a real update as of ye other that I promise when I have time I will update.

But anyway. I leave the house this morning for placement. I do shift, get home and discover the pyjamas I had left out for me to wear when i got home, are still in the same place on the bed. Pull them on and the crotch is soaking.

Either I've become incontinent and not noticed

Or

The dogs been chewing/licking my pyjammie bottoms.

Like I say. Colour me disturbed

I'm too tired tp update coherently

just now, but rest assured when I have time (and more sleep) I will update you on:

Money Argument (resolved mostly)
House (potential new one, but probably not as still in punishment mode)
The night of the Long Knives
The "crash" team doctor who I almost killed
Me almost collapsing, prompting potential A&E access on my own placement. How embarrassing. Especially after it was resolved by 2 paracetamol.

Men

Are bastards. Bastard shaped, bastard coated bastards with bastard filling.

or in local dialect "basturts"

Almost halfway there

That was the end of week 3 in the placement. Week 4 looking like Wed, Thur and Fri.

Driving lesson today. Went well i thought. Reversing around corners and all that jazz. Uphill around corners no less.

Nothing else really to report

WIFE POINTS

Husband has decided I am on wife Points. He decided I was on Wife Points a while back, but I hadn't got around to posting about them. Let me tell you the rules of Wife points.

1. The first rule of Wife Points, is that you do not talk about Wife Points.
2. Wife Points are awarded on the basis of Wifely tasks, for example, bringing husband a cup of tea unexpectedly earns me Wife Points, but not every unexpected cuppa earns me points.
3. Similarly asking for Wife Points, or expecting them in reward for actions, earns a deduction of Wife Points.
4. Refusal to respond to Husbands request earns me a deduction of Wife Points.
5. Similarly responding to husbands request with a "Go fuck yourself Husband" earns a deduction of Wife Points.
6. Wife Points cannot be exchanged for material items e.g. 500 Wife Points swapped for dinner at Wagamamas. Apparently "Its not Boots hen"
7. Actions do not have a specific value eg cuppa tea 5 points, lap dancing 60 points. Husband decides the appropriateness of the points at the time
8. I don't know how many Wife Points I have. Asking how many I have earns me a deduction of already accrued Wife Points.
9. Any suggestion of Husband Points will be met with a swift and permanent deduction of Wife Points.


I'm pretty sure there are more rules but I will try and remember them.

What? You want us to re-enrol after 6 months?

EVERY 6 months?

Essentially had to queue about uni today for 3 hours, joining queue after queue to re-enrol. This did not make me a happy bunny

Also someone in the close has a leaking soil pipe, which is leaking down the internal stairwell wall, and flooding the close entry. So wading through raw sewage to get home not my idea of fun. Chap the two flats on the first floor and ask them if they have a leak? "No leaky leaky, no no no thank you" and "Naw hen, nae us like" did not meet with t'kept-wifey seal of responsible home ownership, so I phoned the factors this morning, who give them thier due, were out in the space of a few hours.

Then I went to Morrisons. At lunchtime on way back from uni, full of ANNOYING SCHOOLIES. I remember the days when like the skinny lassies on the bench outside, lunch was a chocolate bar, and a doughnut and I didn't weigh 456 stone. Not now. Colour me bitter.

Just watched a shitty film with t'husband. Ironed uniforms and off to bed soon.

Driving lessons going well, reversing around corners, although the use of "reference points" is confusing me. Apparently "knowing where you are" is a male trait, ad "unusual" in women. I don't care. The stickers on the back window confuse me.

Meeting mum on Wednesday to take her out to this M&S outlet store thats opened in Paisley, and maybe to the cinema too with t'husband.

Nothing very exciting from me I'm afraid, no real drama. No no drama. You don't want no drama drama...

End of week 2

And i still feel its going really well. The staff are human, and whilst people may complain about the hospital, there have been no instances of the staff gossiping about residents as soon as they are out of the room like at my last placement.

Weight loss is still ticking along nicely with the scales showing me at 13sr 4 or 13st 5 this morning depending how you look at them. I went with 13st 5, which brings me to a BMI of 31.1, another 1.1 off and I'll just be overweight as opposed to obese, which is good.

Off for the weekend now, and off Monday too, then in Tuesday, off til Saturday.

First week finished

Placement going well (I think) got 1 row for having hands in pockets, and bonus point for uniform check, hair off collar in bun and working V.Hard. Thats how I like it.

Mentor is lovely, takes no nonsense kind of woman, tells you what she expects and when she wants it done by. And indeed how she wants it done. Its almost like working with the big Yin again. But not as good

Saw a surgery Tuesday. Fixing an Incarcerated Inguinal Hernia. This is where the intestines protrude from an area of weak muscle, If the intestines bulge through the hernia defect and become trapped, this is called an incarcerated hernia. If the blood supply to an incarcerated hernia is shut off, the hernia is called a strangulated hernia. Strangulated hernias can result in gangrene.

Inguinal hernias are near the inguinal canal, the spot where the testes descend from the body into the scrotum. This type of hernia occurs in about two percent of adult males.

Both incarcerated and strangulated hernias are medical emergencies and require emergency surgery to correct.In Inguinal hernia repair the surgeon must be alert not to injure the spermatic cord, the testes, or the blood supply to the testes

So after fixing the hernia, they had to also resection the mans bowel as part of it was gangrenous, due to the cut off blood supply.

Took him down to theatre, watched him undergo anaesthetic, talked through procedure, watched it and then took him to recovery.

BRILLIANT. The book running upstairs on whether I would pass out or not, and if so how far in was an epic fail, no passing out involved at all. Epic fail for the pro-fainters.

That was the highlight of my first week.

I don't want to talk about it...

But my biological clock is ticking. Very loudly.

I am scared shitless.

I'm loving it

Started new hospital on Monday

Its brilliant. I pulled a 12.25 hours shift, and wasn't knackered when I was home. The work is interesting, faster paced and the staff are lovely. They are actually human.

Sorted out shifts for the week and not back in again until Saturday/Sunday. Then I have two days off and not in again until Wednesday. The shift pattern is brilliant, it means that I actually have some time off to have a life out side the work.

Only problem is that I still don't know about the travel arrangements. I got a taxi in on my first day, and thought I would walk on the way back to find the bus stop that the number 9 drops me off at. Ended up walking 40 minutes into Paisley town centre. Ah well

Have resolved to try and get the bus in on Saturday and try and work out whats going on.

This shift this week also means I will miss this weeks driving lesson. Bollocks.

Other news: Have managed to shift some pounds over the past few weeks, just trying to eat a bit better. Weigt is now what it was before I went on Holiday. Keep meaning to try and get hold of Cambridge woman and start back on that but have been stupid busy the past wee while. Resolved to start w/c 08/09/2008 back on Cambridge to shift my weight away.

Husbands had a wisdom tooth extracted. Much pain and moaning.

Thats it really.