So lazy.
I've today off accidentally due to the hospital's travel agent telling me my flight was on Sunday, when really my flight was on Saturday! (I was supposed to work in Wagga for 1 week.)
Anyways, I'm not so disappointed really.


It's officially the start of my second year of being a doctor- Now i ditch the term 'intern' and call myself a 'resident'.
What does that mean?
Well, nothing except that I'm no longer the very bottom of the hospital ladder.

Looking back on my internship, i've thought that it wasn't all bad.
For one, the lessons in life and work, I've learnt.
(Always wear gloves, try to smile, gossip always returns to bite you in the gluteus medius, don't date people who have just come out of a 9 year relationship, try to be generous, a life balance between work and hobbies will keep you sane.. )
The people I've met.
(The wonderful other junior doctors I've worked with, Tim my mo, friends through friends..)
And of course, my friends who still welcome me despite the fact that I've been generally unsociable during the year.
(Daphne my crazy friend in Adelaide, Mel and caz, matt and JP in Melbourne. Aaron dropped by from SA, and even Mandi visited from Alice Springs!)

However, I'm still rather clueless as to what I want to do with my life..
And Brett, my housemate has decided that he's moving out!

Here's to this year, being eventful, exciting, and filled with new experiences to keep me on my toes.

In the words of a friend who is sadly going back to London- "It's not a bad life really.."

Welcome to the new year.
My resolutions this year... well, to be less temperamental, to be more at peace within myself, and to be more optimistic.

Let's see if that will happen. Optimism!

It's funny how you remember certain moments in your life with perfect clarity. And there's really no impetus for these moments to stick. They are not momentus. Usually random decisions made on a whim. I guess it's a combination of people, place and thought.
One such example is during my first year of university. I was asked by 2 guys from the year above to accompany them to King's comics in the city. So, without prior knowledge of their personality (aside from knowing that they were both in a relationship with others.. ) I said yes and caught a bus to the comic store.
I remember them both saying that it was slightly strange that I should say yes to their proposal considering that i was a vulnerable girl in first year. And that I didn't really know them. I guess I could feel that they were both good people.

Sometimes I think I am a pathological liar.
Lies just roll of my tongue.

I should play poker...

In other news, this man indeed was as humble as the media portrays. I didn't know I was treating the last surviving prince of Russia until a friend at his bedside told me his title. Rest in peace.

I haven't been able to get to sleep of late.
And I usually don't have nightmares, but last night I dreamt that I'd lost patches of hair, and that my skin was peeling off!
Hmm...

I'm a bit of a pessimist- which doesn't help in terms of my social life. Going to events is a bit of a debacle in that I think the worst about the night- I'll be the one noone talks to, minding the coats..
It never ends up like that, but the same scenario plays through my mind before each outing. I force myself to go, and usually I end up enjoying myself (and/or getting drunk on 2 standard drinks..)

Yesterday, I went to Dave's birthday, with people I haven't seen in literally years.
It was fantastic! It was a dress up party, and though noone knew who Lily Allen was, I was glad that at the end of the night my feet were not aching due to my fancy sneakers in place of heels.
About 100 people came, which I thought was a lot. Though I think Dave was disappointed with the turn out seeing as though 200 people RSVPed.
So, perhaps I'm not the only one with a social phobia?
Or perhaps people are getting lazy in their old age?

So, I thought that i'd let you know about the kind of presentations we get in our emergency department:

* Male pattern baldness:
A 28 year old non-drug effected male attends our emergency complaining that he has a receeding hair line and is going bald for about 5 years.
I ask him why he chooses to turn up on a Sunday afternoon.. He said that he was "in the area" and should get someone to check his hair out before too late.
I think to myself.. "idiot"
I say to him, check out Ashley and Martin. Or Advanced Hair.. yeh yeh!

* Bugs in various facial orifices:
A 50-something year old woman attends the hospital with her husband complaining of waking up and finding bugs in her mouth, nose, hair and ears. (She brings tiny black guys in specimen containers to show me.. To prove that she's not delusional I guess.)
Her main concern is that the bugs are growing inside of her a la the Alien movies.
I ask her a few questions, and eventually ascertain that she has been sleeping in an infested matress- for at least a week!
I think to myself.. "idiot"
I say to her and her husband that she should dispose of the matress, spray the room with insecticide, clean her clothes and have a shower.
Another happy customer.

Sometimes ANYONE can be a doctor.. and that's proof.

It's been a while since i've blogged.

Nothings really changed.

Work is work.
In between is sleeping and eating.

Events are loosely speckled amongst the routine.

The latest was Splendor in the Grass at Byron Bay. What a brilliant set of 4 days. The drive away from Sydney, the music, the atmosphere, the slow drive back and a pie for lunch.
The highlights were Sigur Ros, whose ethereal music echoed throughout the main tent.. Polyphonic spree and their manic brand of happy (and their version of Nirvana's lithium which induced a similar euphoric mosh amongst us revelers).. and possibly installing dreadlocks on a horse's head.

I wonder if this is life after study?
And if so, I need to find some motivation to get me through work. I feel like I should be studying. A am keen to attend classes again and complete homework.
Just 8 months ago I was desperate to begin work and leave study.
What's wrong?
Will I achieve a happy medium?