sheer frustration

I guess I'm just having a moan yet again, but I've been getting more and more frustrated by people who try to blow up my country. I am, however going to refrain from comments regarding race and religion, as I have my opinions, but this is not the arena for me to air them in.

On a seperate matter, I've got a second job now as well as at the hospital. It's just at a leisure centre, but I've got a supervisors job due to prior experience and the variety of previous jobs I've had. The problem now is finding time to sleep and eat, but at least I can only whinge about that (and the fact that I'm being taxed 22% due to having two jobs [*sob*]).

I've also recently decided to try and get into a paramedic practice / science course at one of the 4 places that does it. But bloody hell, the physical assessment is hard, and I consider myself relatively fit. In fact I started back at the gym today in order to get ready for (hopefully) getting to the interview stage.
I still might do a masters, but hopefully the other med school will still take me, as they are allegedly still thinking about it.

Please leave me a message if you're popping by, i'm getting concerned that no-one is reading this anymore.

Merys

Thankful

Well, i'm sunburnt. Not a good thing I know, but the pasty white look needs to vanish in favour of some much needed vitamin D synthesis. It's not that I want skin cancer, but I am really pale. In fact some parts of me strongly resemble grey.

How did I let it happen, I blame the great yorkshire show, where I scaled the climbing wall, albeit slightly unsuccessfully. I absolutely love climbing, its such a thrill kick, with little danger. The thing that annoys me is my joint pain. It inevitably decides to hurt when i'm half wall up a sheer face, and then makes it rather awkward to abseil back down. I know it sounds like i'm whinging, but i'm very very active, yet people who do little exercise get off scot free. It's just the little things, like my ring finger on my left hand locking straight when i'm trying to grasp a hand-hold. It makes me feel a fool when someone has to scale the wall beside me and help me down. I feel like i'm making excuses! Never mind. The yorkshire show was otherwise absolutely awesome, and it's nice to be able to be proud of my countryside roots without feeling ashamed. At least there my accent will never have the piss taken for it.

I suppose despite my joint problems, I should be thankful that I can get out of bed and walk every day (though sometimes not painfree!!) and enjoy my life. At least I don't have cancer or some other nasty disease like ME or MS. I guess I am thankful, even if I do whinge. Well, I should be allowed one vice at least. I don't smoke, take drugs or drink (much). Does driving like a rally driver count as a vice???

On the other hand, my driving could soon be challenged, as well as my fitness levels. More soon.....

Bye for now, leave me a message

Merys

its a strange old world

Well, as the title suggests, it's been a strange old week hasn't it?
First of all, I would like to express my thoughts and condolences to the families of all those involved in the terrorist bombings in London this week. My prayers are with you all.

I know it's been a while since i last blogged, but i've been a very busy lady. I've now graduated (stupid hat, stupid robes!), i've got a second job to go with the hospital, and i've hardly been on the net at home lately (have i mentioned how much i hate dial-up???)

Well, we got the olymipcs in 2012, which along with the European Capital of Culture for Liverpool in 2008, makes for an excellent few years for us brits. being a northerner myself, i'm more pleased about the capital of culture than the olympics, as it concerns me more than they do. The North is going to see very little of the olympics, but our rates will probably increase anyway.

I still have no idea what's going on this september with my so called further education, but it looks for certain that there's very little way back from a 2:2 with regards to medicine, even though I class as having extenuating circumstances. C'est la vie.

regards, M

champagne and snails

well, it's less than a week until my graduation, so i'm feeling a bit itchy about it. Stupid hat and all. So last night we had a barbecue and had champagne and snails to celebrate. Even the dog wouldn't eat the snails, so I felt it was a wise move to avoid them myself.

I'm in the process of getting myself some more work experience soon, and it looks as though I'm gonna be shadowing the local ambulance service for a couple of days. Might just help me to decide on an alternative career to medicine.

M

icky sticky

work trousers are fixed but nasty in the hot weather. They seem to give you a nasty perspiration patch when you've been sitting down for a while. And, they seem to be ideal for the winter, as the waistband seems to be intended to fit around your nipples! They're a bit uncomfortable, but here's hoping the weather cools off a bit huh?

Work is getting more enjoyable, although the early mornings and evenings are killing me, and i don't think any of the patients have noticed that i disappear for 4 hours in the middle, as I keep getting complimented on my stamina for a young person!

Speaking of patients, because they aren't moving around a lot, they seem to be a little cold sometimes, and keep shutting all the windows in work, so its even warmer for all the staff. I have to chuckle at them sometimes!

Good news about Andy in the tennis huh?

*atchoo*

I hate summer. It's too hot and my hayfever has gone nuts. The dog hates thunderstorms and the NHS trousers (now repaired) are sticky and sweaty. Yet tomorrow morning i'm gonna crawl from bed and into work for 7.30 AM(!!!!)
I don't think i've ever started work that early in my life before, and it scares me that i'm gonna be the first out of the house in the morning!!

On a seperate note, Wimbledon has started - Yay!!
On the down side - Indianapolis Grand Prix, what a waste of time, it was boring to watch, yet the fans were disgraceful throwing bottles and cans at the drivers!!
Bye for now
M

how embarrassing

well, work was going wonderfully well. I was working hard, and all was fine, until....
I bent down to retrieve a piece of paper from the floor...
and heard a loud ripping noise. My trousers had split right up the crotch. So much for NHS uniform huh?? The heavily flattering nipple hugging waistband and tapered trouser legs. Well, I have those to sew up before Monday.
But, I'm going away this weekend to a gig, so no posting until Sunday night i'm afraid. Sob sob!!

Bye for now
M

countryside life

It's so peaceful here at the moment. I've got my window open and all i can hear is bird song, and the occasional lawn mower. It makes such a refreshing change.

First night at work was last night, and it went ok. The money isn't stunning, and it's split shifts of mornings and evenings with 4 hours gap in the middle. I need to find something in town that fills those 4 hours so I don't have to drive home again.
Driving is nice too. I couldn't afford the insurance to have my car at uni, (yes, my car) but country roads are exciting to drive, I don't think I could ever drive in the city. When I sat my driving test the first time (and failed), the most exciting thing I came across was a flock of sheep and a shepherd.
Bye for now, work calls later
M

Thanks

Thank you to anyone who has left me a message, especially the anonymous person who gave advice on a Masters degree. I've asked for a post grad prospectus from my current university, and am in the process of booking appointments with the med school admissions tutors regarding my current application. I'm going to see if I can beg my way into medicine anyway, as I am just about to start some more work experience.

Speaking of which, I start a new job tomorrow in a hospital. It's not brain surgery or anything stunning, but it's paid, it's in the NHS and it keeps me from laying in bed all day. Added to which, it might just class itself as work experience, and let's face it - it won't do any harm!
M

sob

well, dejected I am, since I got a 2:2 (affectionately known as a Desmond here).
:(

Half of me is saying, you now have letters after your name: Merys Jones BSc (Hons), and the other half is saying yes, but it looks less likely to be Merys Jones MBChB BSc (Hons).
I dunno, one of my med schools hasn't said an outright no yet, so maybe there is some hope, but I couldn't get through to the med school here, so I don't know what they're gonna say.

I don't really know what to do now to be honest. Part of me wants to get a job and pay off my 10K debt, and the other is contemplating a masters.
Answers on a postcard please

Dejected Merys