Hark to tradition

Well I’m home. And I’m ill, as is my tradition. I work ridiculous, 60 hour weeks, cram in my horrendous deadline-looming schoolwork and squeeze in some form of a social life, and then as soon as I get home and have a chance to relax for a week, it somehow all catches up with me and I spend five out of the seven days being sick. Probably not the healthiest existence.

Before the plague struck, I went out for Katy’s birthday to Metro – blast from the past. To be honest, I was a bit of a loser and dropped out about midnight but I was exhaused and sickness was looming.

Tomorrow, a day of fun with Rose and then an evening of fun (probably more alcoholic fun) with Bethany. I’m back home on Friday, and then unfortunately back to work on Saturday. Sigh. I’m starting my new placement on Monday, on a bone marrow transplant ward, which means I should probably learn something about bone marrow transplant before then. It’s my palliative care placement – I’m really uneasy about the whole death aspect – what do you say to someone who’s dying? It’s one of many situations in which tea isn’t the answer.

The ex appears to have forgiven me, somehow. We had coffee last week and it was a little awkward at first, but got easier as we remembered why we’re so good together. He confused things a little by asking me to come to his for ‘lunch’ – we both knew no actual food would be involved – but I held firm, despite the fact that I would have loved to have ‘lunch’ with him. I haven’t actually had a decent meal since we broke up, and a girl can only last so long without nourishment. We’re going to meet up again soon, hopefully again in an environment void of alcohol, as I might not be able to resist him after a drink. It doesn’t help that all other guys I’ve dated since we split up have paled in comparison. I managed to acquire a six foot five stalker who enjoys, amongst his other hobbies, ballroom dancing and calling me incessently.

Speaking of tea – I’m actually missing my house in Liverpool and my housemates. Will be nice to get back. Although, housemate number eight (who I had a brief, regretted fling with) will be returning to the house (sounds like Big Brother!) so that should be interesting all round.

I’m extremely cold and my fingers are ceasing to function so I will go to bed. Or continue watching Sex and the City. Hmm.