Oxford blues
I went to the lie-berry in town this evening and borrowed a couple of books. I've just started one but had to take a break because it's nearly making me cry. It's really not supposed to do that. It's about a junior doctor in Oxford that diagnoses one of his patients (on level seven!) with bubonic plague. It's making me sad because of its geographical accuracy- "right by the little line of shops where the heavy traffic came in from the ring road"- is my little line of shops :(. I feel homesick. Although, it's cracking me up too with its suggestion that the John Radcliffe resembles a secret Stalinist headquarters and its exquisite marginalia from somebody who has corrected every sentence that ends with a preposition. They're not always correct but you've got to admire their pretension.
In other news I bought more shoes this weekend :). I should not be allowed to shop unsupervised. But they're totally fabulous.
Hee.
I had a frustrating morning at work today wherein I attempted to do several things and achieved very little. I spent literally all day chasing up monitoring of a drug so that one of my patients could go home. He'd sent my registrar a thank you card and said registrar decided to rub this in all day. However, on the evening ward round he spent a while telling the patient how hard I'd worked for him today and made sure my name got dropped into the mix in a flagrant attempt to gain me some written kudos. LOL. This is the same guy who told a patient I was "really good for a work experience student" last Friday. My dramatic mime of swatting him with my ward list prompted a smile from our depressed patient in the same bay so it's all well and good.
In other news I bought more shoes this weekend :). I should not be allowed to shop unsupervised. But they're totally fabulous.
Hee.
I had a frustrating morning at work today wherein I attempted to do several things and achieved very little. I spent literally all day chasing up monitoring of a drug so that one of my patients could go home. He'd sent my registrar a thank you card and said registrar decided to rub this in all day. However, on the evening ward round he spent a while telling the patient how hard I'd worked for him today and made sure my name got dropped into the mix in a flagrant attempt to gain me some written kudos. LOL. This is the same guy who told a patient I was "really good for a work experience student" last Friday. My dramatic mime of swatting him with my ward list prompted a smile from our depressed patient in the same bay so it's all well and good.