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This week I: Went back to work; didn't entirely die; caught three babies (bringing total catches to 12), finally got a vaginal examination right (lesson learned: I've size 7 hands but size 6 fingers, wear size 6 gloves for VEs); spent a day at home eating delicious roast beef and roast potatoes and ran away from soggy veg; cooed over my darling nieces lots; reduced number of unwed exes by one (so facebook tells me, anyway); lost another kilo (13 down, millions lots to go, someone had better bloody compliment me or I'll sulk.)

Today I: sorted out some college stuff but still unsure about if making up time will mean having to repeat the whole 9 weeks as can only make up 1 long day a week - with only 2 weeks left and 4 long days to make up. Lesson learned: don't get sick, ever. Had a good shufty at wound site which is healing very, very well with some nice epithelialisation going on but still has a little bit of suture material dangling. Didn't screech with pain even once, though did wince a few times. Baked with Liz. Went to see Kick Ass with Liz. Talked about lots of interesting stuff with Liz. (I like Liz, Liz nice and funny lady.) Made friends with a new doggie. Failed to do the work I was meant to do when I got home, but will get up early in the morning to do it then. Honest. Failed to go to bed on time, either, oops.