26 June 2006
When the doctor offered me Prozac, my iPod (on random) played Oh Happy Day by Lauryn Hill, I'm On My Way by The Proclaimers (only works if you know the words) and Feeling Good by Muse. Rather randomly, it also selected the Benny Hill theme as I left the surgery. Now that made me smile rather a lot.
Anyway, with the end of my thesis looming (and I'm gonna hand it in early because it's nearly done), I shall return to my glass of wine and Santana, which has just come on.
25 June 2006
Today I have a dilemma - England Match or Canadian Grand Prix? Decisions decisions....
EDIT: thank god for no penalty shoot out - I could have watched both (had I not fallen asleep through the race)
24 June 2006
23 June 2006
I've been away from the computer for the last few days, so no blogging.
My deadline for my thesis is looming ever closer, and I'm really struggling to find the motivation right about now. I'm having to fight a really big part of me to even finish it, and it shouldn't be that way. I've had a couple of ventures away from the flat to help clear my head, and I even went to the beach on Monday, which would have been more pleasant had it not rained.
Unfortunately, the combination of the miserable weather, still not getting strike exam results back, having a cold and getting all the commentary on my thesis back is making for a very miserable Merys. I want it all to be over now.
20 June 2006
19 June 2006
A Family Portrait
Originally uploaded by merysjones.
Isn't it nice when the undesirable aspects of family genetics catch up with you?
I have always been lucky with my height - both my parents are under 5ft5, while I stand at between 5ft6 and 5ft7, happily. We presumed that this was due to my mothers siblings being very tall, and her being a midget. Recessive genes etc = a Merys taller than her parents.
Sadly, it would appear that I have inherited more than just my Aunt's height. She also went grey very very early in life - and I've just found another 3 grey hairs.
My my, how my mother laughed - she didn't go grey until she was in her 40s.
Obviously, being good to my hair and not colouring it since February is not paying dividends. I think it's time to break out the hair dye....
17 June 2006
16 June 2006
15 June 2006
Traditional Chinese Medicine
Originally uploaded by merysjones.
Well, I have been the amazing pincushion lady again today, and this is the result.
For anyone wondering or worrying that is the result of the acupuncture, no, it's not. This is caused by cupping, a chinese therapy used to draw blood to the surface of the skin (didn't really ask why - something to do with toxins I think).
For some strange reason, 2 of my 36 needles today went in my hands. That was a most unpleasant experience because it was inbetween the knuckles of my index and middle finger, and it felt quite deep.
I didn't enjoy it today (not that I usually do), but rather felt abused. Not in any seedy kind of way, just in the beaten up kind of way. His massage is painful!
13 June 2006
I promised I would never do it again. I would not allow myself to become addicted once more. I thought I had beaten it..........but to no avail.
I have become hooked on Big Brother again.
I can't believe the immature level of bitching, stealing and general ho-ness in the house. I have a very long fuse, but I would have exploded by now in that house. I love Richard, I think he's great - reminds me of some friends of mine...........
So tonight I am not going to fall asleep through Lost. I am going to eat ice cream and do some more dissertation.
12 June 2006
09 June 2006
I'm kind of coming to the realisation now that I may well be going to medical school - the only thing that's bothering me now is the lecturers strike.
'But wait!' I hear you say, 'the lecturers strike has ended!'
And I know this, and that's what's causing the problem. I'm sat here nervously waiting for a result from an exam I took in the middle of the strike and worrying lots about what will happen if I have failed it. You see, the exam didn't go very well and my coursework wasn't all that fabulous. I had to take time off for university interviews and I think I may have slightly messed it up. The issue comes over a resit - if I have to resit it will be while I'm trying to finish off my dissertation which I need to really concentrate on. It seems such a shame to fail my masters at the very last moment, when I've passed all the other modules on the course for the rest of the year. Not only will I have failed to get into medicine again, but I will have wasted the best part of £6000 in the process. My parents will never speak to me again.
On the slightly more positive side, I will be training to be a paramedic (my reserve offer), and I will happily step into that role (I think). If I don't make medicine this time around I won't be trying again.
3 times a lady, so they say, and this lady is quitting after this try.
08 June 2006
Originally uploaded by merysjones.
I thought I would include this picture in recognition of the impending football. This was sat waiting on my keyboard the last time I went home, and he is incredibly cute.
Personally, I'm not a football fan - I will be watching the British Grand Prix on the weekend, and may potentially watch the football if invited by friends.
The 'Grey' title represents my mood at the moment. I'm concerned about the bones in my neck - and what that means 10 or 20 years down the line. I've stopped taking the dosulepin again because I spent all of yesterday in bed. I got up at 12.30, had a shower, blogged, watched Neighbours, Doctors, Diagnosis Murder (while eating pizza), then went back to bed for an optimistic 20 minute power nap. I woke up at 6.15 and ate the rest of the pizza before heading to work at 8.00.
I can't carry on like this - I'm getting no work done whatsoever (except last night at 1.00AM onwards)
Today I feel fresh as a daisy due to no TCAs, but very uncomfortable with my back. It is, however, the first time I have sat in the library and done work in months. I feel kinda good for it, yet kinda guilty that I didn't do this before.
It's less than a month to my deadline and I'm still less than halfway to my word limit - which is a bit depressing.
Nevermind, I'm sure my mood will lift when I get some more work done and take some painkillers. :-)
07 June 2006
Sit back little children while I recount my tale..........
So, 2.30am arrives and our intrepid blogger Merys starts to feel the gravitational pull of bed. Yawning, she switches off the computer (forgetting to defrag it - doh!) and crawls off under the duvet. Satin pajamas are the attire of choice due to the alarmingly warm weather, and it isn't long before she reaches slumberland.
All is well, she does not dream, and awakes early in the afternoon. It is with interest that she realises that she has been 'doing stuff' whilst asleep again. Namely, adding extra clothing to her person. Merys is now wearing a bra, under her pajamas, that she certainly didn't go to bed wearing.
How does she keep doing this, and what in the name of all things holy posesses her to add clothing while asleep? Was she concerned that her cleavage was not getting adequate support while sleeping? Who can tell.
Merys certainly doesn't know!
06 June 2006
05 June 2006
Saturday morning saw us all woken up early by my phone and then saw all 3 of us piled on the sofa bed comparing morning breath, hangovers and memories of the previous night.
I miss the girls,I really do. Sure, I have female friends and gay friends, and even the occasional straight male friend - but nothing beats lying around in your (sometimes scanty) PJs and discussing the opposite sex.
After finally prising them out of bed and towards the bathrooms we headed out shopping and for a bite of lunch and some fresh air. Leela was feeling (and looking) incredibly green, while Sarah and myself took some pity on her.
So, the general consensus was that a Golden Arched burger was in order to replenish sugar and fat levels.
The dinner conversation consisted mainly of my ex-boyfriend and his idiotic tendencies, who'd been chatted up by who the night before, and various other girly stuff.
It would have been exactly like Sex and the City, except exchanging the surroundings, beverages, attire and food. Kinda SATC for the Northern Bird
*(self inflicted - no sympathy)
02 June 2006
After Monday's post I fell to thinking why this was suddenly important to me. I realised that the reason I'm concerned about my indifference is because I'm about to change universities again. I guess I'm worried that I'll end up abandon all here for a goal that I don't ultimately know if I want. The thing that worries me more (and no offence to medical students here) is my medical school friends who used to be on BioMed with me now no longer keep in touch with me - despited my efforts to try and stay in contact.
Is this course gonna turn me onto a path I'm already heading down on my own?
In a drunken moment this week (and apologies to anyone I ranted at on MSN on Tuesday night about this) I decided that I wasn't fit or capable of doing medicine and I was going to fail all the exams on the course. And that I wasn't sure if I still wanted to be a paramedic. Deep down I still don't think I know.