Today is my last day as a medical student. It's all over at 5 pm this afternoon.
Yesterday was dreadful.
Today can only be better.
I have five days left of uni. Forever. And each stretches before me like a year. Gah! So sick of this year now. Overall it has been rather fun, but I'm done. I'm cooked. I'm ready to be a doctor now. These last few weeks have felt like a farce.
Roll on November 22nd.
It's now less than two weeks until exams and I just wish they would start tomorrow. I'm so sick and tired of this year and want it to be over. I feel like I'm drudging through stuff that I already know - I want a holiday.
It has allowed me to reaquaint myself with some old friend's thought - namely the Oxford Handbook of Clinical Medicine. Fabulous textbook that has been my companion through many a long and cold winter's night. It is concise and yet at the same time expansive - all that I'd like to be, but in text book form.
This study period has also allowed me to indulge in craft fantasies and so far I have made 5 baby caps, two beanies and one baby booty (not sure about making a second - do babies really need two?).
Pott's tumor - Squamous Cell Carcinoma of scrotum in English chimney sweeps.
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
I'm waiting for my boy to call so I can pick him up, but I'd really want to be asleep. I love surgery, but I hate the 7:30 start time, not to mention the 5:30 wake up. I scrubbed in on this mornings cases, mainly just to see better and occasionally hold a retractor or cut sutures.
Just got the pick up call, more later!
We won! We won the grand final! I played like a demon! I kicked and dived for the ball, and batted away all comers!
I was so excited after the game I thought I was going to throw up.
We rule the world!
I'm slightly disturbed by how happy I am that I don't have to go to the library tonight so I am at full liberty to put on my pj's.
Michelle (unfortunately) lives next to a bikie. He doesn't cause them any trouble, but one doesn't ask what goes on in the shed.
I was over on saturday morning for breakfast, and apparently he, and several gang members like to go on a lovely morning ride every saturday. Michelle is now use to the revving engines, but I was transfixed. They were so loud and the bikes so shiny and it was all so surreal. Some of them were wearing skeleton masks, it was bizzare.
Michelle kept having to say, "Maddy, stop staring at the bikies. Never make eye contact". It took me quite a number of reminders to finally turn away.
I'm glad they don't know where I live.
I've just finished reading The Messenger by Daniel Silva. Can't go past a bit of Israeli spy action. I enjoyed it, but I'm really really bugged by the blurb on the back. It isn't about the book I've just read. At all. Nothing that is stated on the back actually happened in the story. And that gives me the absolute pip.