Miserable. Spotty

No change there then? No in all seriousness try not to cringe when you see me next. Well okay you can cringe but please hold back on the Hammer Horror style dramatics and not to shout "The children! Won't you PLEASE think of the children?!?"

I was at the doctors a few days back, and after moaning at her for a bit, she thinks that I have hormone related mood disorder - she was scuttling around the word depression-(or as we prefer to call it here "bat shit mental turns"). So she's popped me on the mini-pill to see if that will even me out over the next 6 weeks, but if no change then I have to go back and explore the possibility of anti-depressants.

Basically I have super PMS/PMT all the time. Like ALL THE TIME. Really, no breaks/holidays or let ups. So pump me full of more hormones to fix my already broken ones. Its either that or my husband will eventually leave me for someone nicer. Like Stalin or something. Not really noticed much of a change other than bigger boobs (yes, thank you wonderful. I spend months MONTHS dieting to get into a smaller top size and one week of synthetic hormones blows that right out the water) and masses of spots. So many even other people are commenting "Oh. Are you alright?" "Yeah fine why?" "Erm. You're a wee bit spotty just now". Yes I had noticed, I actually caught the Health Visitor doing a double take and a wince today. "Yes I know. I'm very spotty" "O I hadn't noticed" "Liar" "Well okay a bit spotty".

In other news, still swithering about a new house, placement is going well. Babies EVERYWHERE. Wee bit clucky which isn't helping the hormones, especially as all I do all day is help perform baby assessments, part of which involves playing with, holding and inspecting baby to assess them. Got to hold a baby which was 4 weeks old, although had been born 6 weeks early, so really age wise still minus 2 weeks if that makes sense? So tiny. He tried to eat my uniform.

Saturday working away at Celtic park and was threatened with a strip search. The words "Get tae ..." were uttered, vocalised and at one point shouted, as I demanded a female police officer if they want to strip search me. It wasn't my till that was down, you don't go near anyone else's till. Chase it. Then I had to walk into town, in the very heavy rain, and ended up soaked. Tills were fine by the way, works out supervisor can't count. And we were missing 4 pies or something. Where would I hine 4 pies? I ask you?

This week due to monetary constraints I will be mostly eating vegetable curry and beans on toast and homemade soup. Oh the joys of being a student.