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Tallaght. Tallaght. Tallaght!
That's all I've been saying for the last couple of hours. That's where I'm being sent for mental health placement after the exams. Now that's going to be an interesting commute by public transport. *giggles insanely and dreams of vroom-vroom*
My injection skillz exam is on Thursday. It lasts five minutes. In James'. It's the only thing I've on that day. So, 6 hours travel including dead time waiting for bus/luas for 5 minutes. Joy.
The itch of Doom is not going away. Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to the doc I go! Couldn't sleep last night it was that bad, though to look at it it doesn't look too bad. The advantages of pink skin, red doesn't show up so much. Possibly just heat rash, but very localised and the only thing working to stop the itch is keeping lots of cold flannels on the spot. Very conveniently it's right in the middle of my chest. All my tops/dresses are V neck. Bah! I'm never ever going to belittle pruritus gravidarum after this. (Gods, my Latin's awful.) And I has a date this week! With a boy. Meep.
In good news, no letter. Still no letter. The flamingo up that happened with people getting the wrong letters on Friday made me worry, but no letter by now probably means dad's CXRs and CT from last year were ok. Well, as ok as they can be, considering. I'm still very angry over the situation in general, but at least in the specific it's good.
Probably in Cork this weekend. I like Cork. Cork has Cake. Now off to dose myself up with piriton again and pray it works, or at least sends me to sleep like it normally does. Night all!
That's all I've been saying for the last couple of hours. That's where I'm being sent for mental health placement after the exams. Now that's going to be an interesting commute by public transport. *giggles insanely and dreams of vroom-vroom*
My injection skillz exam is on Thursday. It lasts five minutes. In James'. It's the only thing I've on that day. So, 6 hours travel including dead time waiting for bus/luas for 5 minutes. Joy.
The itch of Doom is not going away. Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to the doc I go! Couldn't sleep last night it was that bad, though to look at it it doesn't look too bad. The advantages of pink skin, red doesn't show up so much. Possibly just heat rash, but very localised and the only thing working to stop the itch is keeping lots of cold flannels on the spot. Very conveniently it's right in the middle of my chest. All my tops/dresses are V neck. Bah! I'm never ever going to belittle pruritus gravidarum after this. (Gods, my Latin's awful.) And I has a date this week! With a boy. Meep.
In good news, no letter. Still no letter. The flamingo up that happened with people getting the wrong letters on Friday made me worry, but no letter by now probably means dad's CXRs and CT from last year were ok. Well, as ok as they can be, considering. I'm still very angry over the situation in general, but at least in the specific it's good.
Probably in Cork this weekend. I like Cork. Cork has Cake. Now off to dose myself up with piriton again and pray it works, or at least sends me to sleep like it normally does. Night all!
