Of all the medical centres in all the towns in all the world...why did I have to get a Texan mentor who works 8am-6pm every day? Why god why?!
Heh. Ok he's not that bad. It's just I'm not used to working hours after waking in the pm for a month.
On the plus side, I've already cut stitches, taken more blood pressures than I have in my entire life to date, listened to some pneumonia lungs, heard a foetus' heart and am learning to suture. Also seen numerous skin surgeries and naughty parts of both genders. Tomorrow I'm going to a Whitsunday island and snorkelling and I have a long weekend. Huzzah!
My hotel has $10/day net so I'm stuck using net cafes - this is free cos of booking above tour. Yknow what sucks, whenever I have stuff to blog I have net, and when I have net (ie. in Newie) my life is dead boringo. Some weird 21st century variation on Murphy's law or summut.
Off to collapse now.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
Desperate and netless
So the home monitor has blown for the second time - no blogging goodness til Airlie Beach or Newcastle. Play among yourselves dears.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
New year, old crap
Two days into 2008 and I've already seen one play (Blackbird - the one directed by Cate Blanchett) and gotten a parking fine (didn't read the "rear to curb" bit of the sign, dammit! 79 big ones).
Was just sorting through the enormous piles of crap in my study and came across all sorts of relics from my past life. Listened to a CD or two from our old school magazine Patchwork - good god the choir was crap! All my paths not taken were there: ANU scholarship letter, Melbourne law acceptance letter, Sciences Po exchange forms. And the paths taken but then U-turned. A nice assessment note from my French Popular Culture class, a letter inviting me to do Economics honours (wtf, I know), Spanish homework exercises, a now-incomprehensible Contracts essay, notes on International Security in handwriting that doesn't even look like mine but actually is. Leaflets for the smorgasbord of academic delights available to BA's: linguistics, a fistful of Romance languages, history, politics. Reminds me of the delicious sense of opportunity of first first year, fresh from slaying the VCE dragon, with wonderful delusions of the greatness awaiting me.
Was just sorting through the enormous piles of crap in my study and came across all sorts of relics from my past life. Listened to a CD or two from our old school magazine Patchwork - good god the choir was crap! All my paths not taken were there: ANU scholarship letter, Melbourne law acceptance letter, Sciences Po exchange forms. And the paths taken but then U-turned. A nice assessment note from my French Popular Culture class, a letter inviting me to do Economics honours (wtf, I know), Spanish homework exercises, a now-incomprehensible Contracts essay, notes on International Security in handwriting that doesn't even look like mine but actually is. Leaflets for the smorgasbord of academic delights available to BA's: linguistics, a fistful of Romance languages, history, politics. Reminds me of the delicious sense of opportunity of first first year, fresh from slaying the VCE dragon, with wonderful delusions of the greatness awaiting me.
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