Art

Starting on a random note. I keep meaning to post a pic on facebook of what I think my mate Gary Harrison will look like at 50 but cant make it work. So it is attached on here. I thought it was quite uncanny when I saw it, let me know what u think (of course you need to know Gary to do this).

So, time for another blog. So I had a good weekend, met up with some friends in Islington and went to the London Art Fair and then out for a meal and drinks (fucking expensive!). Im not a massive fan of art, but it was very interesting looking at the ridiculous prices of some of these paintings. I touched one ornament type thing the size of a bog roll - made out of stainless steel and worth £40,000 - and a bloody alarm went off! so embarassing. We are in a global recession and they are asking £7000 for a painting that looks someone vomited all over it! I'm sure if I framed some of my "better" pictures from my travels in Australia I could get some mug to buy it for at least £1000.





Got my sister's wedding on the weekend which should be good. I've been to so many random receptions of people I don't know, it will be good to finally go to one where I actually give a shit about the people getting married! I also just read my Dad's speech - cringe worthy material so it should be a laugh, i'll be sure to get it on video!





Work at the hospital is going ok. Three awkward patients today - tried talking to one who was, unbeknown to me, in a coma - so that was a short consultation. One was so confused after a stroke he talked complete gibberish to every question I asked. The last one barely spoke English, but when he did, he answered just about everything but the question that I asked. For example - "what do u eat for breakfast" was welcomed with a disjointed rant about what time he gets up and why! Why can't all my patients be in comas.



Oh and this morning two things annoyed me on BBC news. One was them going on about how today was "blue monday" and everyone should be depressed - just what I need to set me up for the day. The second was them showing a picture of Andy Murray with no top on and basically verbally wanking over his six pack on breakfast TV. He is not stacked - Dorian Yates is. And if Dorian played tennis im sure he would spank Murray's ass!

Final Chapter

Hello avid blog readers.

Well today was a big day for me. I have started my final hospital placement, the end of my degree and what seems like eternity of training is nearing a close. This may however may be a little premature, as the other student i'm currently on placement with is repeating her 12 week final placement because she failed....what a bitch that would be!

Anyway, the first day went pretty well. I managed to pull off looking interested as we went through all the admin shit you have on the first day. The hospital is a bit of a shit hole to be honest, kind of dirty looking - inside and out!

I soon found out that they don't give a flying f!%k about MRSA in my hospital. When I enquired about not wearing a tie and having to roll up sleeves to avoid spreading germs I was told - "well you should....but no-ones gonna check!" soon followed by "this hospital is dangerously close to getting financial penalites due to MRSA levels".

However it is not all doom and gloom. There is one amazing thing at this hospital. No its not the social club with cheap bar that no-one goes too. It is the Paternoster! These amazing lifts are continously moving with no doors, designed for a maximum of two people at a time only, you just jump on and off at your own risk! I can't wait until I get my ID badge so I can go on them! fucking amazing. (Wikipedia it for a picture)

So, the end of the day came and I was in a dilemma. Its 4:55, do you:

a) pack up and leave, by the time you get off the premises it will be 5pm and therefore you would have timed it just right.
b) stay a bit later and wait for one of the senior staff to say "aren't you gone yet", thus looking keen (as mustard) and hard working on your first day.
c) go up and ask if it's ok to leave...fair enough I suppose - but a bit demoralising as we are no longer at primary school

So what happened. The other student went up and asked if it was ok to leave...I over-heard and pegged it out the door. Which was then followed by awkward glances from the other staff members who I met at the bus stop a couple minutes later...

Oh well, tomorrow i'll choose option b) to make up for it!