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Feb. 27th, 2007 02:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
squeefulfishA whole day to myself! The rain's so unpredictable that I'm not doing what I planned to do today and am staying in watching flowerpots dance across the garden while drinking hot chocolate. This is all going to go so well until I run out of smokes around 5. Ah well. Have a paper cut on left index finger that's become infected. Mum automatically thought I'd got my very first needle stick. That's so not a Hallmark occasion.
Uniforms washed and fixed (32 inch inside leg trousers too short, 34 inch far too long, way more than 2 inches of a difference. Weird.) Now to do some squashing of epaulettes to make them look less designed to increase road holding. They suck, but at least I'm instantly recognisable as a direct entry rather than post-reg student/apprentice/midwife-in-training/whatever. Which means I'm less likely to be handed injections to dole out. Now where's that sciatic nerve again?
Galway for a night is the plan for sometime during the week off late March. I have no idea what I'm going to do, other than just wander round on my own. No kids, no babies, no family, no laundry, nothing in any way related to reproduction. Phone will be going unanswered except to one particular lady, which may mean that switching off the midwifery nerdery part of my brain won't happen, but we'll see. Brain will be switched off as much as possible and I'll be thinking "oooh, shiny" a lot. Then back, refreshed, to finish the year as a highly stressed sweat monster with very knotty shoulders. Just one night off, that's all I need.
Uniforms washed and fixed (32 inch inside leg trousers too short, 34 inch far too long, way more than 2 inches of a difference. Weird.) Now to do some squashing of epaulettes to make them look less designed to increase road holding. They suck, but at least I'm instantly recognisable as a direct entry rather than post-reg student/apprentice/midwife-in-training/whatever. Which means I'm less likely to be handed injections to dole out. Now where's that sciatic nerve again?
Galway for a night is the plan for sometime during the week off late March. I have no idea what I'm going to do, other than just wander round on my own. No kids, no babies, no family, no laundry, nothing in any way related to reproduction. Phone will be going unanswered except to one particular lady, which may mean that switching off the midwifery nerdery part of my brain won't happen, but we'll see. Brain will be switched off as much as possible and I'll be thinking "oooh, shiny" a lot. Then back, refreshed, to finish the year as a highly stressed sweat monster with very knotty shoulders. Just one night off, that's all I need.
