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Archive for January, 2015

All the trees of the field will clap their hands

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My new joke

There needs to stop being so much chocolate/biscuits in my house

Slash I need to stop trying to get rid of them

Plans

Work’s going alright at the minute: I’m continuing in my efforts to slowly transform into a man of German-style efficiency, and it’s nice when it pays off- some people have complimented me when I get things done quickly. Hooray! I’m not incompetent!

My bank balance has been taking some pretty major hits recently, but for fantastic reasons as I have been making plans. The first takes place later this month: I’m going skiiiiiiiiing! A few friends from uni and myself will be heading to the French Alps and doing what people with incomes do. I will of course be doing what dyspraxic people do, and will be spending a huge proportion of my time on my bum/back/face/weenis covered in snow- I wasn’t exactly good when I went skiing the first time. Two of the others are beginners like me, and the other two went as children, so it should be a good balance. Thankfully my sister tipped me off to the possibility that my travel insurance mightn’t actually cover me for sliding down mountains at high speed, and that’s been sorted.

The next destination is Lahndahn in late February- as part of training, doctors have to undertake an Advanced Life Support course, and I figured if I was gonna do it why bother doing it in my normal hospital when I could go elsewhere and see people in the mainland. So I’m gonna be in a posh London hospital where the complaints are less about being stabbed and more about being kicked by your pony. I’m over for the weekend, so if you’re reading this then send me a message so we can arrange to see each other! If you’re not reading this then obviously you don’t deserve my company.

The third current plan is probably the warmest of the three- my housemate and another friend of mine are planning on running a marathon in March, and being the virtuous person that I am I decided to get a bunch of people to come along and support them as they run it. In Barcelona. Hell yeeaaahhhhhh. I don’t know much about the city other than people who’ve gone there have really enjoyed it, so I’m looking forward to exploring it for a few days. Unfortunately I don’t speak much Spanish apart from “I am lost”, “Hello”, and “I’m pregnant”. Hopefully I’ll only need the middle one.

Maybe I’ll go for tapas. That’ll count as me doing my research.

Oh and before I forget I’ve also signed up for some Chinese lessons! I did a course a few years ago and really loved it, so I’m looking forward to getting into it again. Unfortunately the only course I could feasibly get to from work is the “Level 2” one so I may be struggling a little for a while! I’m also meant to be working 13 hour shifts over some of the days when the lessons are so my rota may require a bit of tweaking. If I end up not being able to attend much/keep up I can always take the course again: my aim is to be at least vaguely passable by the end of my FY2 year, as my pipeline dream is to take some time out and explore China for a bit. Bad for the career, good for the soul.

Anyway I’m off to bed. AU REVOIR/ADIOS/ZAIJIAN

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