Randomness
Jan. 17th, 2008 11:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
squeefulfishDo something once it's the coolest thing in the world evar. Second time, nothing to write home about. I am in awe at the power of the human uterus. Those things can puuuuush.
Scritching away here. Think I'm having a reaction to whatever they wash scrubs in, which is not yay. Piriton is my new best friend. Which always makes me think of peritonitis for some reason. I don't have that. I do have other things, though. Like yet another poking with a speculum coming up. Joy.
Got the nose swabbed for MRSA the other day, and a poking to see if my Hep B shots took. Lots and lots of pokings going on. Very few of them in any way fun though.
"I wonder did me pension come in today," were the words I just heard coming from the kitchen. Man, I feel old.
Three more shifts in delivery. Then theatre. Got shown how to suture the other day by the master of the hospital and have nicked some vicryl so I can play around with putting chicken breasts back together at home. He's such a sweetie, was stunned that no-one had talked me through suturing before though I pointed out that my skills with a sewing needle might help me. There's still something strange about discussing tailoring while your head is between a woman's legs. After two weeks in theatre it's back to lectures. Then thanks to my idiocy of believing in the "more work is more fun!" theory I'm losing my precious two weeks off. Bother.
And I really really want Cake.
Scritching away here. Think I'm having a reaction to whatever they wash scrubs in, which is not yay. Piriton is my new best friend. Which always makes me think of peritonitis for some reason. I don't have that. I do have other things, though. Like yet another poking with a speculum coming up. Joy.
Got the nose swabbed for MRSA the other day, and a poking to see if my Hep B shots took. Lots and lots of pokings going on. Very few of them in any way fun though.
"I wonder did me pension come in today," were the words I just heard coming from the kitchen. Man, I feel old.
Three more shifts in delivery. Then theatre. Got shown how to suture the other day by the master of the hospital and have nicked some vicryl so I can play around with putting chicken breasts back together at home. He's such a sweetie, was stunned that no-one had talked me through suturing before though I pointed out that my skills with a sewing needle might help me. There's still something strange about discussing tailoring while your head is between a woman's legs. After two weeks in theatre it's back to lectures. Then thanks to my idiocy of believing in the "more work is more fun!" theory I'm losing my precious two weeks off. Bother.
And I really really want Cake.
