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Jun. 9th, 2009 07:51 pmYesterday was brilliant:
Work has been rescheduled so I can resit my skills exam - working Mon, Sat, Sun next week (sleeping in the locker room, p'raps). Not Sat this week, which was what I was originally told, which would have made me very unhappy indeed. I have many plans for this Saturday. Plans for FUN.
I might not have to do any make-up time in the hospital to make up for lecture time missed. My CPC is freakin' amazing. I want to have her babies.
Naked art print arrived! This means quite a bit to me as the circumstances I was in at the time were... not the best. Facing dropping out of college, or at the very least going off-books for a year, feeling completely alone and scared. The year since hasn't been the best for me. But that's passed, I decree it.
I had sausage and chips for dinner. And then fell asleep around 10. Tonight it's looking like sleep by 9. Am shattered. Having nothing to do in work is worse than running round being a god. I like being a god. One baby in the afternoon. One. I watched it being weighed. Then I watched some blood being taken. Then I read a lot about embryology. Embryology's cool and I've got my "bodies are brilliant" head on again. I've missed that one. There was one diagram that I couldn't figure out for ages though, until I looked at the caption. Turns out, it was a diagram of a mummy and a daddy loving each other very much. I was wondering why there were two rectums. Oh, and hey, only about 250 sperm manage to battle their way up to the fallopian tubes. Out of millions and millions.
Thursday I'm off to the DIT meeja arts grad screening with reception drinkies cos the course is 30 years old this year. I think it's quite nice that they invited me along, seeing as I never actually, ya know, graduated from there. Will be nice to catch up with some of the old classmates.
Tomorrow is apparently the consultants' clinics, which are apparently very busy indeed. Please let it be so.
Work has been rescheduled so I can resit my skills exam - working Mon, Sat, Sun next week (sleeping in the locker room, p'raps). Not Sat this week, which was what I was originally told, which would have made me very unhappy indeed. I have many plans for this Saturday. Plans for FUN.
I might not have to do any make-up time in the hospital to make up for lecture time missed. My CPC is freakin' amazing. I want to have her babies.
Naked art print arrived! This means quite a bit to me as the circumstances I was in at the time were... not the best. Facing dropping out of college, or at the very least going off-books for a year, feeling completely alone and scared. The year since hasn't been the best for me. But that's passed, I decree it.
I had sausage and chips for dinner. And then fell asleep around 10. Tonight it's looking like sleep by 9. Am shattered. Having nothing to do in work is worse than running round being a god. I like being a god. One baby in the afternoon. One. I watched it being weighed. Then I watched some blood being taken. Then I read a lot about embryology. Embryology's cool and I've got my "bodies are brilliant" head on again. I've missed that one. There was one diagram that I couldn't figure out for ages though, until I looked at the caption. Turns out, it was a diagram of a mummy and a daddy loving each other very much. I was wondering why there were two rectums. Oh, and hey, only about 250 sperm manage to battle their way up to the fallopian tubes. Out of millions and millions.
Thursday I'm off to the DIT meeja arts grad screening with reception drinkies cos the course is 30 years old this year. I think it's quite nice that they invited me along, seeing as I never actually, ya know, graduated from there. Will be nice to catch up with some of the old classmates.
Tomorrow is apparently the consultants' clinics, which are apparently very busy indeed. Please let it be so.
