Catch Up 1

So now all my grand claims of a blog post a day seem ambitious. I am tired and we have an outing in the morning. Ah well here goes nothing:






Everything up to the end of last term..... (which I wrote about once at the time and it didn't post)

Rowing:
Well the weather was horrible, so the Cam froze and the Ouse froze and my bike got frozen into the shed more than once- so actually not that much rowing happened in the last week or so of term. What did happen though is CUWBC had Trial Eights, or rather we tried. Lizzie does a fantastic job of explaining what actually happened over on the CUWBC website but for completeness sake I must add a couple of things. First of all a huge thanks to Esther and Kate for holding our feet down when we did realise foot straps were silly, I think they did as much work as we all did, if not more! (I wish I had a photo of the faces they were pulling) And of course I need to point out that we would have won if we hadn't fallen off the seat....

Medic:
I finished off last term with my last few weeks on the Diabetes and Endocrine firm, and generally found my enthusiasm for talking to little old men with diabetic neuropathic feet was waning. But I did have my most embarrassing moment of medicine so far- when one consultant looked me up and down and claimed that my boots were entirely inappropriate. I promptly spent the rest of clinic with my feet tucked right underneath the chair!

Social:
So after Trial Eights comes dinner! After the excitement of the day we all settled down to get ready for our early dinner at 6pm Cafe Rouge, I had a conversation with Mum about 4pm and told her that I would be fine to get my flight home the next day. By the time I tottered out to my taxi in a dress and heels (not worn them for a while...) there was six inches of snow on the ground. Luckily we had left plenty of time to get to dinner, which was lovely and involved some amazing secret santa presents. We all made it to Clare MCR for speeches and after dinner drinks, as far as I can remember Lizzie was inspirational and lovely and we gave her some utterly ridiculous hats, and Martyn was actually quite rude about what he expected us to be like... he did say we were nothing like that though...

Anyway it was great fun to see everyone all dressed up and get to dance and be silly. Even if we were all pissed by 10pm.

Disorganisation

So despite the weekend and taking Monday afternoon off, ostensibly to organise myself, I am still in a horrific state of disorganisation.

My room has a layer of clothes built up around the edges, threatening to overspill onto my thin pathway between here and the door, via my bed. Yet somehow there are still lots of clothes in the wardrobe and the washing basket, how do I own so many clothes?? My desk is in a similar state with papers mixed with magazines, components of my computer, books and there is a small space for me to eat my breakfast while reading my emails. Mercifully I am pretty on top of the laundry, food buying and washing up!

It's not just physical things that are in such a mess although that makes my stress at the disorganisation worse. I am getting about 25-30 useless emails a day- why am I on so many mailing lists?! I know that there aren't many girl novices, though we are up to 6! And somehow the hospital are not very clear about when I should and shouldn't be there for teaching etc so on no more than a few hours notice I ended up still there at 6pm yesterday being taught and so missing a training session. I understand that it is a hospital and things can't run like clockwork but I have other things to do damnit! And of course the teaching was on the clinical case studies which we need to do two of every week and they give us model answers and teaching sessions for, why do we need both?! So what I have done is 4 case studies in the last two weeks and I have managed to spend far too many hours on them when I have spent less than two hours on writing up some of the really interesting patient's I have seen and will start to forget if I'm not careful.

I'm just not quite sure when I'm going to get on top of all of this, particularly because it is the last thing I want to do in the hour I have between getting in from Hinch and going to training! David thinks I am going mad, as every time I see him I am talking a mile a minute about how I am getting nothing done.

Anyway, bed time now- first Cam outing for ages tomorrow morning!