What you drinkin’ milch for?

So Liverpool is cool.

I can’t believe the last time I wrote was when I got arrested. Actually, I believe I wrote after, but this bloody thing deleted my entries. Rude, I call it.

Yeah, Liverpool rocks! It was a bit cold today for my taste, for one who is more used to hanging around the equator, topping up her tan. But uni life was really designed for me. Lots and lots of alcohol. But as for all this debauchery I was promised, I’m not seeing any sign of it. Perhaps due to the fact that Liverpool has made me fat and spotty. Liverpool, or the vast amounts of drink and junk food I have been consuming. I’m a great nurse too! I’m going on clinical placement on Monday, for the first time. Four weeks of playing at being a real nurse, instead of a silly student who gets to do highly technical subcutaneous injections in sponges, and blow into plastic people all called Annie, despite the fact they are obviously male. I went to the hospital for the morning last Thursday – the first time practically ever I’ve been on a ward. I was terrified beforehand, what if I hate it, hate the old people, hate the atmosphere, hate the idea of being a nurse.. but it was all fine. I’ll be a fanbloodytastic nurse. Just you wait all you people, I’ll prove you wrong!

Also got 96% on the mock observed clinical evaluation which we took last week. Ha.

My friends came up to see me last weekend! It was absolutely wonderful, but due to an excess of alcohol (a three day binge – drink through the hangover) I was in bed for two days afterwards, vomiting my guts up, swearing ne’er to again touch a drop. And it’s lasted so far – I haven’t had a drink or a cigarette for five days. Go me! And as I am spending this weekend at my aunt’s house, it’s likely to continue until next week at least. Certainly the smoking aspect anyway, and I doubt drinking will go further than a civilized glass of wine over dinner.

I’ve missed writing in here! Sometimes, when something happens, I think about it in my head, as if I’m writing it down and telling it to someone. Even when I didnt have the internet all the time in Uganda, I wrote nearly every day in my paper diary. I should really get back into the habit, as now I’ve got two full, detailed diaries full of my year and they’re so precious to me. I read them and everything comes flooding back. Good times and bad.

Anyway, I’m actually waiting for my washing to be done at the moment, so I’ll run off and check if it’s ok.

It’s been good speaking again!

Em x