Oh dear oh dear...

Ok so 10 days has passed since either of us wrote on here - things have been a little... busy shall we say.
Kaos and I have avoided psych revision for most of that last 2 weeks only starting on thursday (it's now saturday night and we're still crap at psych) and so i spent my saturday afternoon in the house of Kaos, pretending to be a 37 year old lady called Sandra, with symptoms of hyperthyroidism (including anxiety - hence the psych link).

Today i made a fatal error - i added up the total i've spent on my elective so far. Well... it was more than i expected. Infact it was a whole grand more than i expected. Which was shock. And not a nice one either. So much for having enough left over to clear the creditcard!!
Sadly earlier in the day i'd somehow justified spending £155 on various items including a £45 hiking rucksack (it was reduced from £57!!), Oakley sunglasses (half price!) and a £30 drinks bottle which filters/purifies the water & kills Cholera, Giardia, cryptosporidium, etc on contact.
This kind of explains the rather large total spend! I'm expecting to add another £500 of spending before im home too. Oops.
Anyone need a kidney? Good price! lol.

There have been a few noteworthy moments this week where one of us has piped up "that's going on the blog!" Sadly revision has ruined my memory so i cant think what they were.
This time next week Kaos & I will be somewhere 32000 ft over the med/north africa/wherever it is halfway into our flight and heading into the adventure of a lifetime, and an experience we will undoubtably never forget.
Personally i cant wait. Kaos is so excited he wont shut up - I may have to drug him on the plane.

Once we start getting some good photos we'll post a few online.
The copies of the one i'm hoping for of Kaos with his head in the jaws of a lion will be available to purchase from a limited edition of 100 prints. lol.

The little wife with the Gingham dress (shudder)

YES I may be working, and YES I may be sufficiently stressed that my adrenals are producing enough Cortisol to supply the Addisonian patients of the midlands, but I can still muster a brief retort.

Yes I feel that I might have slightly dropped the ball on that case there (dropped the ball with sufficent force that it is now feeling quite lonely sitting in the basement) *holds head in shame and makes mental note to log Mayhem's next major slip up*

As for the married couple arguments, I'll leave things be suffice to ask, who is it that owns a pair of hair straigtheners (not I for sure!)

The Africa trip is getting closer now (but so is our ICE exam!!!) and as a result my kit for climbing Kilimanjaro is beginning to arrive - it looks as if I'm almost entirely sponsored by Mountain Hardwear, and lets be fair, I think I should be given sponsorship due to the bright orange jacket. Mayhem continues to attest that the jacket is in fact a shade a red, and not orange. As I chap, I can only see in 16bit, (there's a reference for the computer literate) and thus I put it to the audience that the comprehension of the colour puce!?! AND hair straigheners firmly places Mayhem in the Gingham dress as far as our clinical partnership goes (GINGHAM DRESS!! Now there's a painful image that will require so serious therapy!)

I can now feel the exasperated laugh of our Jolly Consultant reverberating around my head, so in the manner of OCD prone to medical students, I must return to my compulsive studies, in order to ofset the obsession of a fair of failure

TTFN

Kaos (definitely wearing the trousers)

The Final Countdown

So here we are, under 2 weeks from ICE.
Kaos hasn't died or gone AWOL, he's just stressed & working 24/7, whereas i'm still not feeling motivated to work.
We've had a few blog-worthy moment this week.. not least Kaos missing central crushing chest pain radiating to the left arm, and ending up with a very nice lung cancer/SOB history. Seems he didnt pick up on the "SOB and chest pain" when he asked why she was in hospital.....
I was enjoying this slight mishap until the world turned against me instead.
We (yes for once i agreed to it!) got some 1-on-1 teaching from our consultant. It was my turn to take a hx and perform resp & cardio exams on a patient with a PE. 1hr 50mins of abuse, shouting, constant correntions and repetition of "what else (do you need to do)" we finished.
Utterly destroyed, i went home.

Today wasnt so bad, although Kaos once again proclaimed "We're the stupid ones"... still making use of that "we", and our consultant became the 50th person to ask if we're married, and if so, which of us is the wife...
*Sighs*
Clearly, it's Kaos.

19 days....

Today Kaos told me we have 19 days until exams.... i cried inside.

Also i had my meningitis ACW135Y Vaccine... and my arm REALLY hurts!

Kaos IS Torture...

Ok ok yes the lenses are hurting his eyes... (the big girl).. but does Kaos not realise this is his punishment for being stupid enough to want to spend a whole week climbing a mountain?
Ok i have to admit i considered climbing with him when i heard members of Girls Aloud would also be there... then i remembered it's a really big mountain, and i'd rather go to the beach and NOT climb a mountain just to perv on Cheryl.

Kaos has been his usual all-inclusive self. This week WE had to see patients on CDU, as well as depressed psych patients... oh joy. Not forgetting the numerous failed attempts to get me to stay late or come in early. He'll never learn!

Now as you'll all know ICE is going to be heavily biased towards psych, everyone's favourite speciallity. Honest. The only thing which made psych block bearable was the free lunch, and free pens.
I have a funny feeling we're going to get shafted by the med school with some horrible psych case which'll f**k up ICE and lead to Kaos &I spending june in resits. In preparation for this i gave Kaos a sachet of Aquagel to ease the shafting. He looked quite unimpressed. I thought it as a thoughtful gift!

On the subject of shafting... dropping my motorbike on the ice on monday has cost me £50. Now that may sound cheap as vehicle replairs go - except all i did was break the orange plastic over the indicator... if i'd actually done any damage i'd be a little more understanding of a 50 quid bill!

Finally... for those of you too lazy to read a whole blog... i now have a Twitter page: http://twitter.com/stave84

Torture!

I am presently being tortured - my very essence is being abused here, and it is NOT a pleasant experience. There are some sacrifices which must be made in life - the knowledge that in order to have wrapped cheese singles, the access to said cheese may be slightly restricted by its very individual packaging, that the attractive cars are always universally let down by a couple of tiny, but important flaws. My present battle is with sight.

Having done enough climbing in Scotland to release that a brief rain shower coupled with a heady wind can make the life of the glasses wearer - difficult, if not to say obscured. With the forthcoming climbing of Kilimanjaro I had a thought (trouble is usually connected to such events), that with this being a trip of a life time, a heavy and prolonged downpour could really put my view of the trip, actually and metaphorically, out of focus as I would have the choice of stowing my glasses and viewing a blurry world, or retaining my glasses and attempting to look through numerous rain stop - An activity I can endure briefly, but usually my glasses get stuck in my pocket, and my cousin given the charge of leading the way.

Thus and therefore, I decided to investigate the world of the contact lens

THE HORROR, THE PAIN, THE TORTURE!
Why would any individual go through such a diabolical performance merely for fashion??!!
I am looking into the dark and painful world due to the immensely shallow and self centred reasoning that i might like to be able to see where I'm placing my feet on the highest free standing mountain in the world. That said and STILL I consider these little slivers of plastic to be the sort of torment I would have expected to have been conceived by members of a certain, goose stepping, now defunct socialist party, not in fact a kindly Czech thinking he was doing the world a favour.

Favour!!! I wouldn’t even mind if the vision was constant! That said once the Herculean task of actually putting these little slivers of pain in has been accomplished - about 30mins at the present, they are not that unpleasant. As for the taking them out - this is an activity, if performed on another human being should result in them being tried at the Hague and subsequently hanged, by their eyelids, for a protracted period of time or until death which ever is worse!

As I'm sure you can tell from this little anecdote, contact lens don’t really seem to agree with me

TTFN

Kaos