Things not to hear on a Friday night

Just home from a long waitressing shift. Husband picks me up at tube station with Mutt-face.

Husband "So ...how's things?"
Me "Mmm. Okay I suppose"
"What kind of day have you had?"
"Alright, just tired. Why?"
"Well..."
"What is it? Just tell me"
"I might be getting made redundant"
"How certain is might?"
"Probably"
"Oh"

So thats the weekend fucked then.

Stuff I dislike

Cough syrup - expensive, tastes like death in a spoon and doesn't work.
M&S - Sell me out of date food (at full price to add to the insult) - and then tell me its my fault for not checking. Head office have been contacted.
Cold - The cold. It sucks
Uni - Why so much paperwork? What is the point?
Lack of money - I'm fed up with it.

There shall be doubtless, more to be added to this list, but at the moment these are my top 5.

I'm dying!

I have the plague. Bird Flu. Man Flu even. Actually I just have your common cold but a very HEAVY dose of it. To the extent people who have seen me for the first time in a few weeks today at uni , open with the tremendously reassuring "You look like shit!".

Even tutors comment on "You really don't look well, go home". To which I reply "I can't first day of second year. I've only got a couple of hours to go and then home"

In other news I have rediscovered my love of the microwave. Made a quick dinner tonight of chicken fillets, potatoes and sweetcorn, followed by a golden syrup sponge pudding that I did in the microwave. I felt in need of comfort food given my lurgy.

It was tasty. We ate it all. Husband would like more but I felt one was sufficient

CHEAP food month

If any of you are interested I'm having a personal challenge to see how cheap I can eat for a month, feeding me and husband, but varied. Its cheating if I have beans on toast every night. So the challenge begins. I've set it up here for you to follow if you want to. I thought it would clutter up the main blog too much if it went on here.

Regards

T'kept Wummin'

I *might* have a new job

working from home. Flexible hours. The ability to be a filthy midden and type with a good degree of spelling.

I'm in. Ask me more about it in person later.

Nudge nudge. Wink wink. Say no more....

Stop! Exam time

This week has went to shit. Literally. I spent most of last night and early hours of this morning ill. Not vomiting which I'm hopeful means its not a virus. So phoned it to placement today to say I would not be in initially to see if it stops, and I'd rather not go out on house visits and expose 2-3 weeks old babies to potential virus. I have to now make up half a day as I in out at lunchtime.

Exams is tomorrow. I would say I'm shitting it by this point but feel it would be in poor taste. Practicing them on hubby.

This weeks frugal exercise, I am embracing my Polska roots and Husbands Irish ones and we are eating potatoes. Lots of potatoes. Well I say lots, pasta and rice are getting stupidly expensive whereas potatoes are mucho cheap. Last night was mackerel and potatoes, sausage and potatoes.

I also made microwave cake last night, as electricity bill is stupidly high. Again, and although waterwise its better to use the dishwasher, I'm trying to see if not using it for a bit will save on the leccy. Also not using the tumble dryer, which as my mother informs me costs 25p a minute.

Other than the minute of everyday life I really have nothing to report.

Miss me?

Well guys its been a busy last few weeks.

Studying, placements, paperwork and exams ahoy!

Not really had time to do much except just plug away at the mountain of work to be getting on with.

Knackered
Skint
Busy
Panicking

Thats pretty much teh theme in here over the past few days.

Its my birthday next week, and I have no idea what I'm going to be doing for it.

I am a household drudge

Taken for granted, worked like a donkey in that stupid donkey advert that makes me cry and I'm sick of it.

I'm rapidly approaching "don't care status"

The house can go to shit, the dog can walk herself and he can starve because I'm sick of cooking two separate dinners all the time.

Fuck it. New Year, New Me. The old "tries to make everyone happy" me is gone. Screw it. Screw you 2009. Screw You.

100th Post! And some resolutions

1. I will try and knit a project a month.
2. I will finish mums Christmas presents
3. I will declutter my bedroom. There's no way I'm going to get into a size 12, not this year anyway.
4. I will try and be more organised for uni stuff.
5. I will pass my driving test this year.

Hospital myths dispelled

Whilst I'm on a rant. Here are some things that I've learned about hospitals.

1. We don't care if you have a housecoat. Hospitals are roasting and if you can wear a housecoat on top of jammies, there's something wrong with you.
2. We do NOT check the state of your pants. We don't care.
3. We don't have time for endless cups of tea, so if there's nobody about, they're working.
4. If handing in a gift/thank you, fizzy juice is much more appreciated than chocolates. Nurses are a thirsty lot.
5. We don't judge you on the state of your nightwear.
6. Mobile phones being used are a real irritant

Any more just ask.

Mind I said this year was going to suck....?

First of all, HAPPY NEW YEAR! Now that's the pleasantries aside let me begin with the distaster that is 2009.

31/12/2008 - Get phone call to say wee sis has been admitted to hospital via A&E, where she is sent for a CT scan and a lumbar puncture, I'm thinking meningitis, but not panicking. Mum is in a state, roarin' and greetin', about her "wean" and various other forms of "waily waily". Get up to A&E, wee sis has been admitted to ward, in a single room. Now in hospital terms you usually get a single room if you are contagious, immunosuppressed or theres a real bed shortage. I say none of this to mum, as she's already stratospheric with worry. The frantic type of worry that sends her to Primark for a new housecoat and jammies, leaving her bursting out crying in the queue like a nutter. I try to look on the bright side that if it was that bad hospital would have phoned. Mum then starts telling me that wee sis "brain is leaking fluid", "hmmmm" says I, unconvinced, given mum gets things mixed up and wee sis is a hypochondriac drama queen.

Wee sis discharged the same day(!), taps me for money (which is another story) and fucks off home. Mums still all worried.

01/01/2009 - uneventful. Discover mum has left her mobile phone in my house.

02/01/2009 - Trail my ass up to Hamilton to give her mobile, having to sit next to a wee man who smelt like vomit. Mum wants to go to shops. I was not aware this was part of the plan, I have to get organised for placement return on Monday. Mum assures me is not planned. Mum phones wee bro for a lift from shops, wee bro goes MENTAL as the PLAN was to phone him when I arrived in Hamilton. So there was a plan. Wee bro comes to pick us up as mum phones him about 4 TIMES from shop, I say we'll get a taxi, as for the sake of £4 I'd rather not have a family fued kicking off. "No No NO NO, HE'LL pick us up". Wee bro does pick us up and goes MENTAL again, cue his screaming with rage at my mum the entire way home. I decide now is not a good time to ask him for a run to the bus station so say nothing and get dropped off at mums, play mediator and fuck off home. THEN I get a phone call from mum, crying about how she loves me, and she's sorry. Then I get a phone call from bro saying mums pissed (so much for being off the booze) and that she's locked herself in her room with the cry of "I'm sorry but I'll no be sorry for long", mum phones me again crying and pissed, wee bro phones me again still going mental.

Wonderful. Happy New Year. Seems the status quo has been returned and the relatively calm year that was 2008 -family mental health wise - has fucked off never to return.

Add to that my new doctors refusing to renew my Metformin script, wee sis is up to her old tricks again I think, works sucking, and I still have to try and get my uni end of year assessment and oral exams sorted, you begin to see why 2 days into the year I'm wishing I could run away.