Overdelayed stuff...2.
The rest of it. Full stop. I stopped somewhere last week, I think. It was a Friday. Oh well, good reading!
I never knew that working can make you so tired.
I spend half the time sitting down reading manuals and protocols regarding health and safety policies along with sometimes sitting in on patients and whatnot but still, at the end of the day, I'm literally ready to give up and surrender.
I desperately need a cup of Lady Grey. I'll be back soon.
****
I've just transferred two of my luggage bags to the White House, came back, had two cups of tea, and sat down and finished one episode of House and one episode of Grey's Anatomy. I'm seriously tired. I look forward to dozing off in about 15 minutes time. But first, I need a shower.
I'm quite looking forward to seeing my two patients tomorrow. And signing off their notes with NZRP (New Zealand Registered Physiotherapist.) Yah, I know. Gosh. I never thought I'd see the day but guess what? I can do that now. And its a good thing. +)
And I notice that my blog posts are becoming "This is what I did today, this is what I did yesterday". *Yawn* material, seriously. Why have I become so boring? Oh yeah, I started working. For real.
Bleh.
@@@@@
All grown up.
Today's highlight included me writing down "NZRP 2009" over and over again as I signed and dated patient's notes. How sad is that, really.
It's been a long day. I'm tired and gosh, the sky is barely dark as I write this. The sun is barely setting and yet, I feel that the day has already ended for me. No so much a creature of the night anymore, am I?
I feel that in the last 5 days, I've grown up. A little. +)
The concerns are no more for the trivial. Its more about keeping myself healthy, keeping my finances in check, keeping myself sane, making sure my patients get the best of whatever I can offer.
I'm growing up. And I'm not quite sure if I want to.
Somehow, I feel as though I want to retreat to the "immaturity" of the past. Where I thought about things a lot more and I put myself through a lot more emotional torture, for that matter. But I guess, once I'm out here, I'm out here. I'm facing life now. I'm facing work now. I'm facing....whatever I'm going to be facing now.
Funny. I never thought I'd be here. In this place. All grown up now, huh?
I look out the window and I see a familiar site. The streets, dark and quiet, illuminated by puddles of yellow light from the street lamps. In a way, this feels like what I'm used to. What I still see. What I still long to see.
But I guess my nightly escapades have come to an end. My blog entries have also become quite mundane. Boring. Bleh-ing. Nothing more interesting to write now because all I can really talk about is day to day living. No more stories, no more stuff to write. No more interesting thoughts or questions.
Life does tend to be dull. Sheesh.
I once mentioned to PrettyBrunette and I think several of my friends have heard me say this as well, that life is boring and it only becomes interesting when you make it so.
Today is my 6th day of being in Wanganui. I'm surviving so far. Its nearly one week.
"If you leave me now, you'll take away the biggest part of me...whoooah, no, baby please don't go."
I despise this song. Too many memories. Indomie, the cold, the uncertainty, the hurt, the need to let go. The finality of it all.
I'm not sure how I can spice up life here in Wanganui. There's only so much to spice up and I'm seriously dying in regards to my social life because I don't have that many friends and I don't have internet. Seriously, being isolated socially and technologically kinda calls for social amputation.
I might sign up for a gym membership. It takes about 20 minutes walking but hey, after work and you know, it might be good for me after all. I get to socialise. For 60 minutes if not for anything else.
Oh, here's something to blog about.
I went to the gym today and the owner talked to me and I mentioned that I was a physiotherapist at the hospital.
And in a way, I wished I didn't. Because after that, the owner came to talk to me and the guy that manned the counter also chatted to me heaps about his own surgery. And they gave me a free pass to attend the gym a second time round.
I guess, there is something good about getting a free pass to the gym and getting recognised as someone but still, I really don't think I need all that extra attention just because I know the body a little better than other people.
It kinda made me thing about how the Higher Authority wanted me to do a PhD in my degree and further my studies because having a "Dr" in front of your name is perhaps the most important thing because people look at you differently and people treat you differently and you get respected.
Its not all about the prestige. Its not all about being respected. I know a lot of people who do PhDs because they love what they do and they are interested in their subjects and they work hard to get it and do what they love in all honesty.
I also know a lot of students who want to be doctors because they want to wear the white coat and the stethoscope and be revered and worshipped. But seriously? I've heard too much about this sect of the health profession to have respect for them like that. Whatever happened to teamwork and allied health? All bollocks, is it? And you, DR, have you treat me? Thanks but no thanks. For all I know, a self diagnosis might even be more accurate.
And so what about the stethoscope? I have a white lab coat. I got a fancy looking name tag. I have a stethoscope. I can look like you any time I want. Yeah, no doubt, my degree took 4 rather than 8 years and you get paid shitloads more and you save lives but I'm the one who makes lives worth living after you save them. Bleh, this is getting to become a rant on doctors.
*no offence to my good doctor friends whom I truly respect for their kindness and their honest caring hearts for the people whom they dedicate their lives to.*
But anyways, its 11.16pm and I'm knocking off. Good grief, age is catching up. Haha.
@@@@@
So I'm back again.
Its 11.31p.m. right now. Its late and I know that I really should get to sleep if I don't want to yawn throughout the entire day.
Tomorrow, I'm having my first full caseload for the week. 8 patients in all and all of them looking at me to make them better. A lot of shoulders, some with wrist pain, all coming out of surgery one way or another. Talk about pressure. Gee.
But its the end of the week. And I'm hoping to be able to get something down to Welly on the weekend so I can pick up my box of stuff. But probably not this weekend. It'll be a bit too rushed. And I'm not quite looking forward to moving stuff all over again. That's moving, though. In a way, I'm anticipating a full room full of my stuff again. I've been living in rooms bare enough, really. Just the laptop and I, chilling out. All good but there's only so much of the movies and the games I have here.
I really really miss having internet access. Its literally tearing me inside out. Being unable to blog is painful enough and actually writing up to 14 entries now on the laptop is pure pure stupidity. I'm wondering if I can actually ask the rental department if they would allow me to set up a broadband connection in my room. I've found where the phone jack is and I'm sure that someone will be keen to share the cost of it.
Worst case scenario, dial-up lor. *beeeeeeep beeep bbzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*
And on a completely different note...
I dreamt I kissed you. And you were soft and gentle and slightly sweet on the lips and you melted into my arms. When I never thought it was even possible, you came true.
I like that. Oh yeah.
So where was I?
Oh yeah, internet is killing me. The lack of it, more like.
I'm currently in the White House. If I've not mentioned it before in earlier blog entries, this is the new accomodation that I was supposed to be in from the very start but I didn't get a chance because everyone was still on holiday and people were being slack. Bleh. So now I'm in. Its all right. Roof over my head. Kitchen to cook in. Bed to sleep in. The basic necessities are met. I'm easily satisfied.
But hell...my thighs are still killing me. Oh man oh man oh man.
I walk like an old old old man.
Tomorrow, I'm going to torture myself with deadlifts. I'm sadistic that way. And then I'm going to go for a run.
I expect my weekend to be spent in bed bemoaning my stupidity and groaning like an old man. What's new, eh?
Oh, I might book driving lessons. Muahahaha.
I really should go to bed. I'm looking at only 7.5 hours sleep tomorrow. I really should get a flash drive so I can put all my blog posts up. The longer I keep them here, the smaller my free disk space is gonna get.
Not that it really matters anyway. But still. Sigh. Nitey.
I never knew that working can make you so tired.
I spend half the time sitting down reading manuals and protocols regarding health and safety policies along with sometimes sitting in on patients and whatnot but still, at the end of the day, I'm literally ready to give up and surrender.
I desperately need a cup of Lady Grey. I'll be back soon.
****
I've just transferred two of my luggage bags to the White House, came back, had two cups of tea, and sat down and finished one episode of House and one episode of Grey's Anatomy. I'm seriously tired. I look forward to dozing off in about 15 minutes time. But first, I need a shower.
I'm quite looking forward to seeing my two patients tomorrow. And signing off their notes with NZRP (New Zealand Registered Physiotherapist.) Yah, I know. Gosh. I never thought I'd see the day but guess what? I can do that now. And its a good thing. +)
And I notice that my blog posts are becoming "This is what I did today, this is what I did yesterday". *Yawn* material, seriously. Why have I become so boring? Oh yeah, I started working. For real.
Bleh.
@@@@@
All grown up.
Today's highlight included me writing down "NZRP 2009" over and over again as I signed and dated patient's notes. How sad is that, really.
It's been a long day. I'm tired and gosh, the sky is barely dark as I write this. The sun is barely setting and yet, I feel that the day has already ended for me. No so much a creature of the night anymore, am I?
I feel that in the last 5 days, I've grown up. A little. +)
The concerns are no more for the trivial. Its more about keeping myself healthy, keeping my finances in check, keeping myself sane, making sure my patients get the best of whatever I can offer.
I'm growing up. And I'm not quite sure if I want to.
Somehow, I feel as though I want to retreat to the "immaturity" of the past. Where I thought about things a lot more and I put myself through a lot more emotional torture, for that matter. But I guess, once I'm out here, I'm out here. I'm facing life now. I'm facing work now. I'm facing....whatever I'm going to be facing now.
Funny. I never thought I'd be here. In this place. All grown up now, huh?
I look out the window and I see a familiar site. The streets, dark and quiet, illuminated by puddles of yellow light from the street lamps. In a way, this feels like what I'm used to. What I still see. What I still long to see.
But I guess my nightly escapades have come to an end. My blog entries have also become quite mundane. Boring. Bleh-ing. Nothing more interesting to write now because all I can really talk about is day to day living. No more stories, no more stuff to write. No more interesting thoughts or questions.
Life does tend to be dull. Sheesh.
I once mentioned to PrettyBrunette and I think several of my friends have heard me say this as well, that life is boring and it only becomes interesting when you make it so.
Today is my 6th day of being in Wanganui. I'm surviving so far. Its nearly one week.
"If you leave me now, you'll take away the biggest part of me...whoooah, no, baby please don't go."
I despise this song. Too many memories. Indomie, the cold, the uncertainty, the hurt, the need to let go. The finality of it all.
I'm not sure how I can spice up life here in Wanganui. There's only so much to spice up and I'm seriously dying in regards to my social life because I don't have that many friends and I don't have internet. Seriously, being isolated socially and technologically kinda calls for social amputation.
I might sign up for a gym membership. It takes about 20 minutes walking but hey, after work and you know, it might be good for me after all. I get to socialise. For 60 minutes if not for anything else.
Oh, here's something to blog about.
I went to the gym today and the owner talked to me and I mentioned that I was a physiotherapist at the hospital.
And in a way, I wished I didn't. Because after that, the owner came to talk to me and the guy that manned the counter also chatted to me heaps about his own surgery. And they gave me a free pass to attend the gym a second time round.
I guess, there is something good about getting a free pass to the gym and getting recognised as someone but still, I really don't think I need all that extra attention just because I know the body a little better than other people.
It kinda made me thing about how the Higher Authority wanted me to do a PhD in my degree and further my studies because having a "Dr" in front of your name is perhaps the most important thing because people look at you differently and people treat you differently and you get respected.
Its not all about the prestige. Its not all about being respected. I know a lot of people who do PhDs because they love what they do and they are interested in their subjects and they work hard to get it and do what they love in all honesty.
I also know a lot of students who want to be doctors because they want to wear the white coat and the stethoscope and be revered and worshipped. But seriously? I've heard too much about this sect of the health profession to have respect for them like that. Whatever happened to teamwork and allied health? All bollocks, is it? And you, DR, have you treat me? Thanks but no thanks. For all I know, a self diagnosis might even be more accurate.
And so what about the stethoscope? I have a white lab coat. I got a fancy looking name tag. I have a stethoscope. I can look like you any time I want. Yeah, no doubt, my degree took 4 rather than 8 years and you get paid shitloads more and you save lives but I'm the one who makes lives worth living after you save them. Bleh, this is getting to become a rant on doctors.
*no offence to my good doctor friends whom I truly respect for their kindness and their honest caring hearts for the people whom they dedicate their lives to.*
But anyways, its 11.16pm and I'm knocking off. Good grief, age is catching up. Haha.
@@@@@
So I'm back again.
Its 11.31p.m. right now. Its late and I know that I really should get to sleep if I don't want to yawn throughout the entire day.
Tomorrow, I'm having my first full caseload for the week. 8 patients in all and all of them looking at me to make them better. A lot of shoulders, some with wrist pain, all coming out of surgery one way or another. Talk about pressure. Gee.
But its the end of the week. And I'm hoping to be able to get something down to Welly on the weekend so I can pick up my box of stuff. But probably not this weekend. It'll be a bit too rushed. And I'm not quite looking forward to moving stuff all over again. That's moving, though. In a way, I'm anticipating a full room full of my stuff again. I've been living in rooms bare enough, really. Just the laptop and I, chilling out. All good but there's only so much of the movies and the games I have here.
I really really miss having internet access. Its literally tearing me inside out. Being unable to blog is painful enough and actually writing up to 14 entries now on the laptop is pure pure stupidity. I'm wondering if I can actually ask the rental department if they would allow me to set up a broadband connection in my room. I've found where the phone jack is and I'm sure that someone will be keen to share the cost of it.
Worst case scenario, dial-up lor. *beeeeeeep beeep bbzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*
And on a completely different note...
I dreamt I kissed you. And you were soft and gentle and slightly sweet on the lips and you melted into my arms. When I never thought it was even possible, you came true.
I like that. Oh yeah.
So where was I?
Oh yeah, internet is killing me. The lack of it, more like.
I'm currently in the White House. If I've not mentioned it before in earlier blog entries, this is the new accomodation that I was supposed to be in from the very start but I didn't get a chance because everyone was still on holiday and people were being slack. Bleh. So now I'm in. Its all right. Roof over my head. Kitchen to cook in. Bed to sleep in. The basic necessities are met. I'm easily satisfied.
But hell...my thighs are still killing me. Oh man oh man oh man.
I walk like an old old old man.
Tomorrow, I'm going to torture myself with deadlifts. I'm sadistic that way. And then I'm going to go for a run.
I expect my weekend to be spent in bed bemoaning my stupidity and groaning like an old man. What's new, eh?
Oh, I might book driving lessons. Muahahaha.
I really should go to bed. I'm looking at only 7.5 hours sleep tomorrow. I really should get a flash drive so I can put all my blog posts up. The longer I keep them here, the smaller my free disk space is gonna get.
Not that it really matters anyway. But still. Sigh. Nitey.
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