I’m being crap at the minute, I know. I’m sorry. I just can’t seem to do anything about it. It’s not that I’m depressed, but everything has gone flat - I try to read but it doesn’t make any sense, I try to write a letter but the words won’t come, I try to do important things but they don’t need done today so why not wait? Half of me is restless and ( Read more... )

My boss has a hospital appointment tomorrow, so I have the day off. Instead or work, I’ll be doing housework and homework and getting rained on a lot and going to the gym yet again. The guy who does the kettlebells classes is going to do my gym induction at some point - I still get quite bad anxiety in the actual gym itself so I’m hoping that I’ll ( Read more... )

I haven’t dropped off the face of the planet, in case anyone was wondering. Just been busy! Three hours sleep a night, 4am essays and 5am early starts... I love it though, however much I do sometimes complain about it. I’m sorry for being so absent and ignorant.

I’m pretty much up to date with college stuff for now, and I’m not working quite as ( Read more... )

I woke up 44 hours ago. I’ve had two 40-minute naps on the bus since then and I have to start getting ready for work in 3 hours. It’s a good job I don’t have much responsibility for the clinical side of things and what we do is relatively low-risk; I think I’d be likely to kill a patient if that weren’t the case.  My eyes won’t open all the way, ( Read more... )

Oops. Baby bruv wanted a textbook and I may have gone slightly over the top. Eleven books over the top, to be precise.( What I ordered )

I’m tired, again. I’d normally turn to strong black coffee but I can’t while my boss has me whitening my teeth. Instead of trying to go to sleep, I’ve been reading articles about the use of PRGF in implant procedures and trying to understand wave particle duality. That, and trying to take a decent picture of one of the massive spiders that move in ( Read more... )

On Friday I was at work until 10.45pm doing audits and filing things. Today I left work at 1pm. Guess which one I’d rather do every day?

I should probably just go home and get on with things that need doing, but all this spare time is panicking me a bit. Fighting the urge to spend money I don’t have on another tattoo or piercing, or my (currently ( Read more... )

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How the fuck do people do this? I have to be up in three and a half hours. How on earth do people manage to fit in work and studying and food and exercise and a social life and interests and time for things like having a bath and doing laundry?