The Past 3 Weeks..

Ah, so much has gone on, where do I start? I fear if I don't write tonight I'll just forget to do an update, then I'll just feel my creative genius has gone to waste. Stop pulling that face.

Right, I'm going to write a list so I don't forget and update you (the people) on each one.
• I'm an Uncle! - (best friends have had a little baby!)
• My dad was taken into hospital
• I was ill for the first time in about 3 years - (& actually stayed off work, rarely does this happen)
• The transport systems in London are useless, today was a spectacular example
• I am almost a Nurse, this is starting to get Scary
• I am getting old
To start on an awesome note: my two of my best friends have finally had their baby! She is now coming up to 1 month old. She’s all sweet and lovely! - When I tell people I'm an Uncle, some of them are not even aware I have a sister so ask me if I have a sister (yes I do), and others say they didn't even know my sister was pregnant... She hasn't been, as far as I am aware. However seeing how these are 2 of my closest best friends I consider myself an Uncle to the little lady! Some may say Auntie Mikey, but that's a story for another day!

I have had many hugs; she is very sweet and cannot help saying 'Awww' continuously every time I see her! - She is doing well!


Now onto a not so nice point: my dad since about November time wasn’t really eating well at all (he wasn't able to due to abdominal pain). Myself and my Sis kept telling him he should go to the Doctors, but as he is a stubborn somewhat old Italian man, he does not listen (despite his son almost finishing his Nursing Diploma, he knows best). - He lost about 2-3 stone and I said to him, this is not a problem that will fix itself; you must go to the doctors. He sometimes confides in me and asks me what something is, relating to the body etc. Most of the time however I think he's under the impression I do Engineering or something, my medical know how is irrelevant when someone thinks they know better. Ha.

So to get going with this story, turns out my dad had a partial bowel blockage. He's now all fixed up, sort of. Much happier than he was and chuffed to bits he can eat! So dad is on the road to putting weight back on again, this pleases me.

Moving on! The day my dad got taken into Hospital I had just come off 3 nights, and was due to go to my Clinical Supervision session that day also. That day was truly shit. I was shattered; I had been up for about 36 hours. The lady had not shown up, so time wasted, time I could have been with my dad. I also had the start of a throat infection, realising this at 3am in the middle of a shift is pointless I can't leave my patient alone. - To wrap this one up, it was an awful week, and then the snow started. We all know how British people react to snow... you can fill in the rest about that... I had a week of missed 3 shifts, made up 2. So now I only owe one.

I'm going to try and work 4 long days a week, just so I can have a week off at the end and save my sanity. I hate when I'm not organised. Some people may think I'm very unorganised, but in my own 'special' way I know what’s going on. Or so I think?

When it was snowing, the transport facilities in London thought: "You know what? I think everyone deserves to stay indoors and chill" - If I were 12 I would have loved this. I am not 12 anymore (Sadly). They had prior warning of the 'adverse' weather conditions, and did they do anything about it? Yes, they put salt on the roads. FANTASTIC, did a lot of good. I was able to walk to the station and back again, that’s how much good the salt did.

Today, another great example of how shite TFL are. A little bit of ice at 8AM, this for some reason causes disruption till 7pm. It took me 2 hours to get to Charing Cross, then another 1.5 hours to get home again. Morons, useless morons.

Ok now on to the future... In 5 months I will be available for hire. NHS here we come.
I want to end up as an Intensive Care Nurse. This is possible. I just have a feeling I suck at interviews. I want a job on a liver ward then to move onto LITU after 6 months. Do plans ever go how people want? So far actually, in my life things have gone the way I have planned. Hopefully that'll continue. I've got 8 weeks of lectures which include 1 essay, 1 practical exam. Then onto the wards for 13 weeks. Then party! - Until I get a job!

I passed my most recent essay with 56%. Not to shabby considering I knew nothing about the subject area and only spent about 40 hours on it.


Lastly, I feel as if I am falling apart, physically. Not mentally.
Know what happened the other week? I sat down, simply sat down and a nerve or something went in my back. I felt as if I were 40. It was fairly painful.

I’ll leave you with that lovely giggle you’ve got there…

Geek -