Engage Sleep Mode

Holiday time! Finally, finally finished school for a few weeks. Friday saw a surpise Birthday meal for me organised by Carla and some of my mates and then onto a pub where another 20 odd folk were loitering (some had moved on as Chan was somewhat optimistic regarding timings...) but it was good fun and managed to chomp through some booze. Got home and spent ages chatting to Hannah and David, who were staying at ours, before hitting the hay at half 4.

Copy, paste repeat so far. Yesterday we managed to get a barbie in (well James eventually got it started) and again more booze, food and mates-pretty awesome weekend all in all. Was going to go riding today but a lie in, too long spent in front of the computer and crap weather means I'll probably do a bit of work and go tomorrow. Cinema, mates for dinner and friends arriving on Friday means there's still loads of fun to come.

and another thing!

The kilomathon went well :D

Cranked it out in 2 hours 19min even got a 500m sprint at the end. Eyeing up a marathon entry for September....

dead behind the eyes

Ok so got to bed at 3am after spending hours editing the comedy revue, made it in for the morning lecture, full aware of next weeks written and practical exams. And the drug review hand in. And sorting out an issue with the school about paying for our CRB checks. BUT I was not prepared for the bombshell that in the midst of all that we're starting our next module with a double workshop! What the fuck! Holidays are in a week and it sits right in the middle of the exams plus they're 20 pages apiece on an entirely new system. FFS.

2 weeks

Until holidays, I really need them too. Comedy revue is going well and includes some gems such as Nursery Rhymes A and E, If Carlsberg made a PBL (topless ladies) and a Top Gear send up. Lovely biscuits but I'll be glad when it's finished. Achilles is making weird noises/sensations and race is on Sunday :O

There's also the small matter of 3 exams before we break up for the holidays. Little by little, inch by inch getting to the end of term.

on the up

Taught sex ed to some high school folks today and found my mojo, good to be out of uni for sure. Also got a run in, knee hurt a bit poss Iliotibial tract and/or shoes on the way out. That'll be more money to spend then *sigh*

Did I mention the £500 gas bill? We checked the readings, they're correct. Fuck me. Still it's Friday, that's gotta be a good thing. Show some love for the Ibis Hakkalugi in Phlegmish yellow.




Stolen from Monkey Wrench

hanging on by a thread

That's what it feels like at any rate. 3 weeks until the next exams and a few days after that until holidays. I can't fucking wait, my normal physical state is now mole like in that my half open eyes register what's happening around me without being able to fully engage. A few nights of poor sleep at the start of the week almost killed me and I even got up one morning only to turn around and head straight back to get some more sleep. This is first year Christ knows how I'll cope with F1 when it's actual work-70 hours a week doing nights, on call and every shitty job on the ward. I guess if I make it that far I'll probably have developed some form of coping mechanism, like self prescribing.

On the bright side I cornered a physio for advice about the achilles and it seems fine now, going to try and knock out a run tomorrow. Padre arrives tomorrow night and I'm aiming to consume vast quantities of beer and food.

EDIT: So eh I wrote about speaking to a physio in the last post eh? Good to see my tiredness not affecting my performance.

pyscho somatic

Managed to tie myself in a bit of a knot this week. Came back from the second decent run last week, felt a bit tight but ok and later that evening crouched down to sort the telly only to hear a crunch noise come from my achilles. I felt sick but no pain, breath, breath ok no pain. For the record we're looking at that area of the body this week so there was always a chance I'd get sympathy symptoms.* Later the same night as I went upstairs another cracking noise but again no pain. By now I was freaked out, the achilles is my pet fear of injuries so this was winding me up no end. Got to uni the next day all good and then walking downstairs another pop noise, even my mate heard it. Seriously worried now so end up walking like a gimp.

Days later still no pain but makes weird noise if crouch down so I spoke to the physios that were teaching us today. It was clear they thought maybe I'd lost but were helpful nontheless so I've got a few exercises to do to test it and advice on how to feel the tendon for lumps and bumps. Assurances that whilst not to push it that it shouldn't go if have helped with my head side of things but fingers crossed can still make the kilomathon next week.

In other news I managed to emabarass myself again this week: Today I was playing* with a reflex hammer whilst listening to a physio explaining how to use them only to watch the head of said hammer fly across the room and skelp her in the chest :O

*Wish I could say I was using it properly but nope I was playing :(