Whose Who Of Who

I'm back, yip, although in my absence from the on-line world nothing much has really happened expect that now its only 3 months and a bit till i start med school and return to sanity!!

I gave up on the whole gym thingy, it proved too expensive for my taste although i still believe that no one should have a premature death due to excess laziness. Hence, i've invested in a few pieces of Tesco Value fitness equipment, I'm still a good boy see! Although with nothing challenging to stimulate my mind besides understanding the work gossip, whose sleeping with who, whose having whose baby, whose the father, not to mention who said what about me behind my back and remembering to be extra spiteful to them next time i meet them. I honestly believe work is a real bad influence! For example, i now watch Eastenders, Corrie and worse Emmerdale!! And I'm acting like everyone else at work, talking about them as though they're actually 'REALLY' happening, and not just some crap an TV! My usually calm tone has slowly turned into a harsh bark and my patience has dwindled into nothingness! The only thing which hasn't changed is the amount of chocolate i eat, but i never expected that to change much anyway!

I'm turning into a monster, I just hope i return to my usual self once i start university again, otherwise I'll be scaring away my first patient even before i meet them, just through my reputation!

Med School Excitement

Iv decided to start on a positive note today. So no moaning or complaining today, well... maybe just one when it tickles my fancy. My excitement of going to med school is returning, just 5 months left! Waiting for an offer was agonisingly painful, but at the same time a miniature adrenaline rush. I'm sure most people have felt it before, waking up with anticipation, with the 'will it be today' question running through their minds. Then taking those careful steps downstairs and peering round the corner at the space directly below the letter box, or that one heart pounding 'click' on UCAS Track, eyes squeezed shut, afraid to face the possible reality of rejection.

Being my second attempt at the whole med school cycle, receiving an offer letter I thought it would be the best day of my life. Well... it wasn't. Days later I was still expecting a 'We are sorry, UCAS has experienced a computer glitch, your offer no longer remains valid' letter. Of course it never came ... but neither did the excitement part, the jumping up and down like a mad monkey tasting its first ripe banana. It was more a relief, the releasing of a 4 yr held-in breath, knowing I didn't have to spend another year at home, that my life could finally begin.

Whether I like it or not I'll soon be apart of that transparent group known as 'medics', the one people supposedly respect and other hate. I'll get to interact with real patients and make a fool of myself in front of them whilst seriously pretending they haven't noticed, when in fact their skin crawls at my mere touch, afraid I'll suture their other eye shut instead. Whats even more exciting is that I get the chance of doing that balancing trick you see in ER and Grey's Anatomy, with the stethoscope around your neck, whilst at the same time attempting to running at lightning speed to get to that last danish pastry in the cafeteria .

A Third Lung

Have you ever felt like screaming at the top of your lungs like a little girl with pig tails and freckles?? Well that's exactly what i feel like doing, although without the pigtails, freckles and a sex change. I can literally feel the hair on my head turning grey and my head spinning like a tumble dryer. I find it almost impossible to escape from this imprisonment within my own head.

So whats brought it all on? Well... the ice-cream shop was shut, so i couldn't have my favourite mint-choc-chip ice-cream for starters. Those of you who are caffeine addicts and who don't get their daily fix, will know exactly how i feel. Sugar, specifically in the shape of ice-cream on a cone is the bane of my existence. Chocolate is a close second and a suitable alternative. Also the fact that I'm stuck at home with the parents is really doing my nut in! After spending three years at university with all the freedom in the world, its no wonder I'm going crazy now! My only respite is that in another 5 months I'll soon be back at uni starting my second undergraduate degree in Medicine... a whole 5 years of practical 'me' time!!

OK, so i don't have it that bad, rent free and access to daddy's credit card. However, life still seems like a enclosed box to me with no breathing space. Hence, the start of this blog thingy, a third lung, making it easier to breath in this semi-glamorous prison of mine.