Hello there world. It’s me. Yep.

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I find myself in a slight pickle this evening - for the first time in living memory (being mine) I am approaching a clinical skills assessment tomorrow without a clear understanding of what I shall be doing. It is apparently a “psychiatric history and risk assessment”, which is well and good except for the fact that I, as well as some half of the grade, have not done a psychiatric rotation yet, and as such will be relying on one twenty-minute clinical skills session to draw out a full history and RA.

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Which is of course perfectly reasonable, why did you ask?

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Life in NowTown continues apace. I have been plagued by sleeplessness and headaches, which are not migraines - the failure of my domperidone attests to that. Rather, I believe it to be the heat, and two (okay, four now) paracetamol this evening have brought down both the pain and my core body temperature, making me far more comfortable, so we’re going to go with that regimen for the nonce. Otherwise, I scrubbed into surgery today and monday, though did not really do much other than retract openings, and trim sutures. Ah well.

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I have yet to revisit my new coffee shop haunt, and have been suffering the lack of caffeination that implies. My coke consumption has sadly compensated, which sucks quite frankly, but we must make these sacrifices sometimes in order to grow. Yeah.

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Otherwise, I have been socialising with the physio kids staying here - last night Kate & I decided we wanted custard after watching QI, so we walked and obtained it. Otherwise, I need to learn a lot about bipolar disorder, schizophrenia and depression in the next twelve hours or so. I have the data, I just need to read it I suppose.

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Bid me good fortune, dear digital diary-like representation. I still love you, even if I do write for your bastard stepsister at times.

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Yours ever,

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-A

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