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Not Forgotten

Hello. Long while since I’ve blogged, trying to get back in the habit. Life has been good recently, work going well and time off work obviously going better. I was over in London at the weekend seeing a few people and the weekend basically involved drinking from like 11am and stuffing my face constantly in between uni-people catch-ups. Which was ideal.

Also had a nice time with the family the week before where we all went to my granddad’s old pub. He owned it during the Troubles so there were kind of mixed emotions with some of the generation above me, but obviously managing to get a large group of people together is a positive.

What I’m watching- Attack on Titan, The Walking Dead

What I’m playing- Ni No Kuni

What I’m reading- Twig, Clariel, Worm

What I’m hearing- The Corrs, Wild Nothing, Crystal Fighters

Need to step up my game in planning China. Tourist visas last for three months so I’ll likely go for that length of time, and am thinking of actually starting off in Japan for a bit! When in Rome, why not visit Sorrento. Exact plans will be confirmed a bit closer to the time, for now it’s about converting the pipe dream into some semblance of a pipe.

I’m looking forward to tomorrow, as I will be seeing THE CORRS. They were the first band I really listened to, albeit I was eight and had no choice in the matter of which casette was being played in the car. They’re doing a comeback tour and have released a new album; while it’s not amazing it has grown on me and I’ll happily hear new songs alongside the classics. That is if me screaming the words doesn’t drown out their singing. The only thing less cool than going to see The Corrs is going to see The Corrs with my parents. So I’m ticking that box.

Peace out bluds

M

Playing Catch Up

I’ve been on nights the past few weeks, and off this week- hence not many blog posts coming this way. But I’m finally having a lazy day and so am working my way through my to-do list.

Unsurprisingly, my week off has been a welcome change! Was down seeing the Mourne mountains on Wednesday for a trek around Bloody Bridge and saw some fantastic scenery. Spent the next two days in a fair bit of leg pain so obviously did something wrong along the way mind you. I’d never actually been round the Mournes before, despite my housemate constantly singing their praises, but some of the views were fantastic, and again there were those wee brown signs labelling them as an “Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty”. Well-deserved.

Headed to London on Thursday, as it was The Wife’s birthday on Friday, and she was having us all out for a karaoke night! Being the reserved and shy wallflower that I am I obviously wasn’t very excited about this event. At all. And obviously it came as a complete surprise to myself and all my friends when I lost my voice after about half an hour from all the high-volume “singing” I was doing. Initially when my friend told me she had booked the room for five hours, I thought “Isn’t five hours a bit long for karaoke?”

Rest assured I soon saw the error of my ways.

Hey, I’m just proud I managed to resist showing up with a cape or something ridiculous.

The night was brilliant fun, and I managed to get chatting to people for decent lengths of time in between renditions of Marvin Gaye and Maroon 5. The Wife seemed to enjoy her night too, and was much more composed with her singing. She took a tactical approach, avoiding the unexpected high notes I fell victim to by sticking to 90s boy bands and Emma Bunting, or as she labelled them “people who can’t actually really sing”.

Unfortunately I had to head off the next morning, and so didn’t get to stick around to see people on the Sunday, when another meet-up was planned to celebrate the engagement do of Yum and Miss Swoon, two of my friends from uni. It’s a bit of a shame that I booked my flights so far in advance and made Halloween plans, as obviously it’s a bit of a big deal. But that’s life living on another island, and sure I’ll be at the wedding come hell/high water/foot splinters.

It was a bit of a quick turnaround when I got back to NI- grabbed some food in a bus in a car park (happiest people in the world, highly recommended) and got a few things sorted for our Halloween party! I’ll post some photos shortly but rest assured there were plenty of creepy things in sight. We had hands floating in punch, giant spiders crawling up the walls, the token dead baby, a popcorn brain and a prize for the sexiest costume. Naturally this went to the priest. Not a bad housewarming! I decided to go as Professor Plum from Cluedo, and was fairly happy with my waistcoat and candlestick as things that are totally reusable for everyday life. Just need to wipe off some of the fake blood and you’ve got yourself a lovely Christmas centrepiece.

Last development in my life is Josh Ritter’s new album which is an absolute cracker. It’s got some of his classic bootslapper songs as well as some others like the brilliant Homecoming, which is filled with such yearning and eagerness. So yes give it a listen and bring yourself some joy.

I’m off to go tick off my next box. Only one more month of A&E before I get my life back..!

M

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

M

That’s all folks

Written on 23rd June, 18:14

How to round up six years? Finals are over, and I feel like now that I’m coming to the end I need to be churning out deep poignant sayings that could end up written over stock photos as inspirational posters, or saying super-emotional goodbyes to people. Buuuut that doesn’t seem to be happening so maybe I just won’t.

Nevertheless, these six years have been pretty momentous as a period in my life. It’s a hefty chunk, and arguably as you’ve flown the nest and are trying a lot of new things, it’s the most formative period. Your brain finishes developing around this time, and you become the person that you’re going to roughly be for the rest of your life. Don’t worry yourself though- I’m not going to waste the valuable space on the internet with armchair-philosophical ruminations on the man I’ve become, as much as you’d love to read about it I’m sure.

I spent the weekend in London attempting to see as many people as possible before I leave England and I actually managed to do a decent job of it- I managed to see a fair number of people, and to spend a decent amount of time with each of them- the worry is that you have to dash off after about five minutes of spending time with people that you used to hang out with for whole days. Of course, there was food involved (rooftop terrace burgers, homemade pancakes fancy dim sum, Selfridge’s ice cream and sourdough pizza) and I managed to squeeze in a few nice views of London’s skyline and even a trip to the old Olympic park. The people I’ve met here have really been fantastic, and I’m grateful to them all for helping me enjoy myself so much over these few years.

This week involves several Last Suppers, LASER QUEST, packing away my life and throwing away some of my endless clutter and then (hopefully) officially becoming a doctorrrrrr. Before graduating and fecking off out of this place. I have a graduation ball on Friday which I’m really looking forward to and then the fam are coming over at the weekend to celebrate! I can see it becoming a bit of a blur. Which thankfully the past six years have managed not to be- I’ve enjoyed myself to such a huge amount, and as much as dead-inside-Michael can manage, I’ll miss England.

M

Let the good times roll

I lived the life of a socialite this weekend just past, heading to London on Saturday (after a boozey dinner on Friday) to meet up with a few friends for a house party and a return to the “glory days” of 2009. I stuck that in quotation marks because whether you’re using the amount of fun I had, the length of my hair, or the effects of alcohol on my liver as your reference point, you mightn’t classify that part of my life as “good”.

The theme (there’s always a theme) was Sparkle & Shine. Manly. Having taken part in a pantomime last year, I actually did have something that would suit- a bright red jacket covered in gold shiny things. But over the Christmas holidays I looked at it and thought “Will I bring this back to uni? Let’s be honest, I’m too old and boring to go to any fancy dress parties where this will be useful”. Fool.

So, I was left with the option of covering myself in some form of tin foil. I think my aim was along the lines of a tin foil Hercules, but what I ended up with was a metal bib and some wine stains on my t-shirt. Kind of a metaphor for my life really. But it was still a really fun night, at least judging from my drunk texts. It’s more difficult these days to organise things that everyone manages to get to (especially if people have London jobs), so I enjoy the opportunity to meet up.

On the Sunday I met up with two school friends which was nice- of the ones who went away from home for university I’m still the only one who actually wants to go back home, and as Poor Little Rich Boy pointed out, it is the right choice for me at this point. He said that when I talk about things I’ve got planned in the future, I get a lot more animated and enthusiastic when the thing I’m looking forward to involves going back to Northern Ireland.

So, I’ve got my fingers crossed for March 10th, which is the day when I find out whether or not they’ll actually allow me to come over and start telling people to take drugs and drink lots of water. Everyone in the country finds out on the same day, so I expect it’ll be another quite boozey night, whether it’s celebrations or commiserations!

I’m hoping to do a night shift tonight, so I’m gonna head off now and get myself sorted/psyched up for it. I’ve done one or two before on the surgical team (which were uneventful) but never as the medical team. Obviously the patients are sleeping so there’s not a need for as many staff to be about, and so three or so doctors that will be on-site to cover around 250 patients, and if something goes wrong it’s you that has to sort it out. That’s more than a little bit terrifying, so I figure I don’t want the first time I’m faced with that to be on my first day- so thought it’d be a good idea to get some experience in it when I don’t have the title of doctor in front of my name. Wish me luck!

M

The Great Procrastinator

Last weekend was the tried-and-tested practice of saving as much money as you can for weeks and then blowing it all rapidly on a trip to London. I was there for a housewarming party for two of my friends (possibly the nicest house I’ve seen in London!) and used it as an opportunity to catch up with a few other people, and also to go to a lecture (I know, I’m wild) about the exam I have coming up on Friday.

I’ve also recently been to a gig- the first one in fricking months actually! It was Stornoway, an Oxford indie-folk band who specialise in sea shanties. I went with two other course-mates and had a bit of a boogie. The crowd were really interesting: there were quite a few young teenagers (around 14 years old) and then a range of adults from students through to people with grey hair. Which meant there was quite a discrepancy between how people were acting: some were sedate, others playfully heckling and others (myself obviously included) having a bit of a boogie. The band worked well with them all, and knew how to get people excited. It’s always good when there’s a bit of chat, and they had plenty of interesting instruments on stage, including a saw working its way through a plank of wood at one stage. As you do.

I’m really enjoying A&E at the minute too; as I’ve said it’s pretty much the ideal placement as you get to see patients on your own, get hands-on, and not only do you feel like you’re part of the team, doctors listen to you. Which is an unheard-of concept in a few placements. There have been a few times where I’ve picked something up or done something that was the right thing to do and okay, yes, if I wasn’t there things might move more quickly and it’s likely that a doctor would have ALSO picked the thing up anyway, but it makes me feel happy that I did it. I might not be making a difference, but I feel that I’m at least contributing, which is pretty awesome.

I’d like to write a bit about some of the stuff I’ve seen on here, but patient confidentiality and all that ties my hands, and I’ve got a general principle once I’ve left the hospital of not talking about medicine on the internet (and only carefully when in person). So you can imagine in your head what I get up to. Hint: think of me running around frantically looking windswept-and-interesting and saving critical patients without ever breaking a sweat.

Cause it’s nothing like that.

But all in all it’s a really positive experience, and I feel like I’m where I should be as a medical student at this stage. The knowledge is clicking into place, and it’s about being reflective and examining myself, keeping myself in check so that I keep developing along the right tracks and learn from any mistakes I make/things I do right. I’M SO DEEP YOU GUYS.

M