5am starts are not cool. Neither is the lack of left-overs in my fridge and therefore my having to eat 2 minute noodles for lunch today.
I fart in your general direction.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Dear Life,
You always happen at inopportune moments!
Today I hope to spend my Sunday studying furiously, doing a small amount of grocery shopping and completing the several loads of washing. What I instead did today was:
- A small amount of studying
- A tonne of grocery shopping
- And, two loads of washing, one of which I only hung out a couple of hours ago and am thus unable to make my bed.
I also went to the football with my Dad, one of his good friends and the good friend's son, who is also my best friend. Soon after hearing that my friend (we shall call him T) was going, I received this text.
T: Yay rugby tomorrow? Twill be fun
Me: Haha you can explain most of it to me.
T: Is rugby the one where all the players have sticks?
Me: I thought they had horses?
T: No you retard that's golf.
And thus began the theme which was played upon the following afternoon.
Me: But really? It's the game with rackets right?
T: Dad, Caitlin wants to know if rugby has rackets?
T: Do you even know who's playing?
Me: The REDS! *I tell him proudly*
T: Against?
Me: ... The blues? *I replied hopefully*
T: That's league. The force, Caitie. The force.
Which I proceeded to mistakenly call The Storm for the entire rest of the day.
T: I only know it's the Force because I decided to read up on it on the internet.
Me (thinking): Does he mean The Storm?
T: Anyway - if you want to pretend that you know what you're talking about, I have the best piece of random information about this game.
Me: Oh yeah... *Please tell me, and let me be the impressive child*
T: David X is an ex-all black player who... blah blah blah. So if you just randomly use this piece of information in front of our dads, they'll look at you with respect.
Me: I have this terrible fear that you've made up this story and you're just waiting for me to turn to my dad and say "David X is an ex...." and then he will turn around and be like, "Caitlin, I have no idea what you're talking about. David X is a soccer player who played for South Africa..."
T: ...."And is now dead."
Me: Exactly! ... Hey?
T: Just trust me...
But, as I was saying - life is just too busy at the moment and it's just not right. I need to start culling activities and events from my life but besides dinner on Friday night with med friends, I have been spending all my weekend with family. And who can say no to good company and a roast lamb. So Life, it is time for you to become dedicated and gain some direction.
The end.
Today I hope to spend my Sunday studying furiously, doing a small amount of grocery shopping and completing the several loads of washing. What I instead did today was:
- A small amount of studying
- A tonne of grocery shopping
- And, two loads of washing, one of which I only hung out a couple of hours ago and am thus unable to make my bed.
I also went to the football with my Dad, one of his good friends and the good friend's son, who is also my best friend. Soon after hearing that my friend (we shall call him T) was going, I received this text.
T: Yay rugby tomorrow? Twill be fun
Me: Haha you can explain most of it to me.
T: Is rugby the one where all the players have sticks?
Me: I thought they had horses?
T: No you retard that's golf.
And thus began the theme which was played upon the following afternoon.
Me: But really? It's the game with rackets right?
T: Dad, Caitlin wants to know if rugby has rackets?
T: Do you even know who's playing?
Me: The REDS! *I tell him proudly*
T: Against?
Me: ... The blues? *I replied hopefully*
T: That's league. The force, Caitie. The force.
Which I proceeded to mistakenly call The Storm for the entire rest of the day.
T: I only know it's the Force because I decided to read up on it on the internet.
Me (thinking): Does he mean The Storm?
T: Anyway - if you want to pretend that you know what you're talking about, I have the best piece of random information about this game.
Me: Oh yeah... *Please tell me, and let me be the impressive child*
T: David X is an ex-all black player who... blah blah blah. So if you just randomly use this piece of information in front of our dads, they'll look at you with respect.
Me: I have this terrible fear that you've made up this story and you're just waiting for me to turn to my dad and say "David X is an ex...." and then he will turn around and be like, "Caitlin, I have no idea what you're talking about. David X is a soccer player who played for South Africa..."
T: ...."And is now dead."
Me: Exactly! ... Hey?
T: Just trust me...
But, as I was saying - life is just too busy at the moment and it's just not right. I need to start culling activities and events from my life but besides dinner on Friday night with med friends, I have been spending all my weekend with family. And who can say no to good company and a roast lamb. So Life, it is time for you to become dedicated and gain some direction.
The end.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Today I witnessed my first ever birth. It was a normal vaginal delivery and I'm sure it wasn't as gross as it could have been since I've heard stories about women peeing and poo-ing throughout delivery. But all I could think as the woman was pushing, was:
- How on earth is THAT going to fit through THAT?
Midwife (to woman in labour): Now a big push because we can see the head.
Mother of WiL: I can see its head, it's got a lot of hair.
Me (thinking): THAT'S THE HEAD?!
I've also got to remember to breath while watching births as it seems I have a habit of holding my breath while the contracting mother does. It makes one a little short of breath at the end of the whole process.
- How on earth is THAT going to fit through THAT?
Midwife (to woman in labour): Now a big push because we can see the head.
Mother of WiL: I can see its head, it's got a lot of hair.
Me (thinking): THAT'S THE HEAD?!
I've also got to remember to breath while watching births as it seems I have a habit of holding my breath while the contracting mother does. It makes one a little short of breath at the end of the whole process.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Pretty sure I was being hit on by a patient...
The other day I was putting an IV in a patient and drawing bloods.
Me: So, now that that's all over how about you tell me your name to make sure I didn't just take all the blood for no reason.
Patient: Mr Smith.
Me: And your date of birth.
Patient: X of the X 19XX.
Me: That's great, and your address.
Patient: X street road.
Me: Well I think that's all, pretty sure I stabbed the right person.
Patient: How about my number? Do you want that as well incase you want to call me?
Me (startled): Er... well I have in fact got that on this sheet of paper, so no need, Mr Smith.
My patient is a cheeky yet charming 80-something year old man who I may have caused anaemia in because his IV bled so much.
Me: So, now that that's all over how about you tell me your name to make sure I didn't just take all the blood for no reason.
Patient: Mr Smith.
Me: And your date of birth.
Patient: X of the X 19XX.
Me: That's great, and your address.
Patient: X street road.
Me: Well I think that's all, pretty sure I stabbed the right person.
Patient: How about my number? Do you want that as well incase you want to call me?
Me (startled): Er... well I have in fact got that on this sheet of paper, so no need, Mr Smith.
My patient is a cheeky yet charming 80-something year old man who I may have caused anaemia in because his IV bled so much.
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