Emily’s baby

The title of this entry refers not to a) an actual baby or b) a boy (unfortunately) but c) a laptop.

Because that is how much of a loser I am. But I do love my beautiful new computer. It’s blue, and slightly sparkly, and I’m on it right now. Revising, obviously. Revising Utilitarianism, and it’s relationship to ethical dilemmas in nursing. Because this is what I am supposed to write about tomorrow in my exam, and unfortunately I have no idea what it is or what it has to do with cleaning up old people’s bodily fluids, which as of now is pretty much all nursing has consisted of in my experience.

Actually, I adore it. The nursing, not the stupid unrelated essay topics. And it is so much more than the stereotype of not-quite-so-intelligent girls (although I have a feeling that from the accuracy of my spelling this might be quite appropriate in my case) being bossed around by doctors suggests. I think I’ve found my vocation. Although, not to sound conceited, I think I’ll get bored with it. It doesn’t really stretch my mind. I’ve always found the body and it’s inner workings fascinating, which is why I wanted to study medicine. Obviously my atrocious A level results put an end to that dream, and nursing surprisingly doesn’t contain much anatomy or physiology.

Christmas was great! A bit of a contrast from last year though, eating fresh lobster on white sands, looking out across the crystal blue waters of the Indian Ocean. I spent this one stuffed full of roast potatoes (not that I’m complaining, I LOVE roast potatoes.. who doesn’t? apparently they’re the most fattening part of christmas dinner, which is probably why I love them so much.) and getting steadily drunker. It wound up at about midnight, with the three of us lying on the floor playing poker. I got great presents too, money mainly (to buy my baby) but also perfume (Chanel No. 5, no less) a lacquer jewellery box which was a total surprise, some books (one of which was poetry, and not to seem ungrateful, but my mother has known me for nineteen years, and not once in those nineteen years have I ever read poetry except by force), other little things.. good haul in all.

And now I’m back at uni. It’s great to see all my friends here, although I’ve been a bit of a recluse, shut in my room revising. I went for a quick drink with a couple of my course buddies a bit earlier and we stressed about the exams together. I’m living with them next year, Lizzie’s mum is buying her a house (!) so we’re all going to live in it together. It’s actually quite exciting.

Right, better get down to some work, otherwise after all this ‘nursing doesn’t stretch me’ crap, I’ll fail everything.

xx