Despite my previous ranting session, I am now a happy chappy!
Gizmo announced a surprise today, she is coming home from Sweeden early to see me. I am happy I have missed her more than one could imagine, also trying to keep it to myself has been hard. It's always difficult when one's partner is away and you are at home. When you are the one that is occupied it is easier to get on and sleeping in a srange bed is not quite as bad as feeling there is a space that should be filled in yours. It is hard as I don't want to disrupt G's break with my lonelyness but missing her is difficult too.
I have become a lot better at dealing with holidays, in previous times I have felt it very difficult when ex partners have been away and done daft things, however this is the second time G has been away and although feeling lonely I am still very much in control.
I am now just counting the time until Saturday!
About Me
- Mr C
- I am a 21 year old from southern England. It is often commented that I behave like a fully fledged middle aged man. I occupy my time with various things. I'm currently training to become a Nurse. I also work as an Ambulance Technician and Doorman (Bouncer) part time, with the rest of my life (Very Little) being spent either asleep, drinking coffee, meeting friends, gardening or looking for ways waste my hard earned cash, with eBay and John Lewis being two of the main culprits.
Thursday, 13 August 2009
83% of a Bed
Monday was a bad day, various things occurred including a row with someone who calls himself my boss however if he is telling me he hadn't officially booked me for the job he cancelled me from then I find it difficult to see how he is my so called employer (he does control the purse strings) In fact I now see very clearly how he has the upper hand. Back to the original tale; after a rather heated discussion where I expressed his poor business model and how
I was disappointed* that I would not be compensated for my time I decided to get some shut eye as I was due to be driving to Heathrow at sparrows fart the next day. Upon getting into my bed something that I assumed only happened in One Foot In the Grave episodes happened (This is my excuse for letting out an exclamation of, "I DO NOT BELIEVE IT!") The centre of my previously faithful and comfortable bed gave way and I sank. It turns out that one of the supports had snapped and a domino effect had occurred. I decided to sleep on the floor which worryingly turned out to be more comfortable than the bed!
Requiring a new bed there was only one logical choice, the land of chipboard, meatballs and bewildering methods of constructing one's own furniture from a kit. I decided which sleeping platform I wished to purchase and went forth to purchase it. Unlike any other shopping experience where you see item, collect item, pay for item, take item home and enjoy, Although I accept sometimes you have to pay for an item and then collect it from a counter (Theatre for the poor). Ikea is different! First select item, then walk around two floors of assorted home wears and cheep batteries until you reach the "Self service area", this is where the fun begins; think of it a bit like the Crystal Maze. First you must negotiate the touch** screen stock checker, this then gives you a "location" and the treasure hunt is on, you must collect all your items before 9pm or you end up getting "Locked in". Now if I were to set up a "self service" shop I would at the very least attempt to group items of vague similarity together, instead our meatball eating genius has opted to scatter the parts for a basic king sized bed into 5 different isles. This was bad enough but one of these essential jigsaw pieces was out of stock, I am left with my make shift Futon until I can summon up the strength and courage to return to the Hulla-Ballo that is Ikea.
This Video Sums It up Rather Well:
*Should read: Pissed off however you can't officially say that!?
** Press until the screen almost shatters
I was disappointed* that I would not be compensated for my time I decided to get some shut eye as I was due to be driving to Heathrow at sparrows fart the next day. Upon getting into my bed something that I assumed only happened in One Foot In the Grave episodes happened (This is my excuse for letting out an exclamation of, "I DO NOT BELIEVE IT!") The centre of my previously faithful and comfortable bed gave way and I sank. It turns out that one of the supports had snapped and a domino effect had occurred. I decided to sleep on the floor which worryingly turned out to be more comfortable than the bed!
Requiring a new bed there was only one logical choice, the land of chipboard, meatballs and bewildering methods of constructing one's own furniture from a kit. I decided which sleeping platform I wished to purchase and went forth to purchase it. Unlike any other shopping experience where you see item, collect item, pay for item, take item home and enjoy, Although I accept sometimes you have to pay for an item and then collect it from a counter (Theatre for the poor). Ikea is different! First select item, then walk around two floors of assorted home wears and cheep batteries until you reach the "Self service area", this is where the fun begins; think of it a bit like the Crystal Maze. First you must negotiate the touch** screen stock checker, this then gives you a "location" and the treasure hunt is on, you must collect all your items before 9pm or you end up getting "Locked in". Now if I were to set up a "self service" shop I would at the very least attempt to group items of vague similarity together, instead our meatball eating genius has opted to scatter the parts for a basic king sized bed into 5 different isles. This was bad enough but one of these essential jigsaw pieces was out of stock, I am left with my make shift Futon until I can summon up the strength and courage to return to the Hulla-Ballo that is Ikea.
This Video Sums It up Rather Well:
*Should read: Pissed off however you can't officially say that!?
** Press until the screen almost shatters
Monday, 20 July 2009
Coming out in Rashers!
Having been coerced/told directly that I have to post more frequently I shall update on what has been happening recently.
The main developments since the last post are in order of importance:
1) In her own words, Gizmo seems to have acquired a partner. That partner just so happens to be the now happier author of this blog.
2) I seem to have contracted some kind of illness, odds are it is viral and probably wine flu. I have spent the last week or so in bed feeling sick, I have obtained some lovely cyclizine which although has taken away most of the sickness has left me feeling very drowsy.
3) I have sorted out some banking matters. I am now the proud owner of a "Student Additions" account. This means that I get a reasonable overdraft which is interest free not only for the rest of my course but for a further 2 years post qualifying. (I am trying to find the catch that my cynical side tells me must be hidden within the small print!?) It was amusing to hear the woman at the bank has branched out into comedy with the phrase: Barclays are committed to responsible lending! This was in response to my reply of What is the maximum I can have and what is your highest interest savings account, in reply to the how much of an overdraft would you like question.
4) On friday I have a meeting with a PR woman. I am going to be interviewed about a resusiciation I did on my Birthday last year, I need to think carefuly about how to play this. I dont want to come across big headed or over important. I did what I hope anyone else with my level of training would do, but it does highlight the benefits of first aid training and knowledge. I am wondering if I will get a free coffee / lunch out of the meeting?
5) The new Amauter Transplants album was released earlier this week which I duely purchased and there are some cracking new songs. Even if most of them are close to the knuckle.
6) I got a chase up email from Facebook yesterday stating that I have not logged in for a "while" and I have X outstanding this and Y outstanding that. I am going to see how long it takes before they close my account down? On the flip side my brother who has been known on several occasions to utter things along the lines of "Why do I need facebook, I have real friends" has infact created an account. It is disappointing that they would not accept his pseudonym of "Mike Hunt"
I am supposed to be back to work tomorrow which I really don't feel like but can't really have any more time off.
Right I am now off to chase up a few things including my cheque book and the PHTLS certificate which should have been here well over a month ago.
The main developments since the last post are in order of importance:
1) In her own words, Gizmo seems to have acquired a partner. That partner just so happens to be the now happier author of this blog.
2) I seem to have contracted some kind of illness, odds are it is viral and probably wine flu. I have spent the last week or so in bed feeling sick, I have obtained some lovely cyclizine which although has taken away most of the sickness has left me feeling very drowsy.
3) I have sorted out some banking matters. I am now the proud owner of a "Student Additions" account. This means that I get a reasonable overdraft which is interest free not only for the rest of my course but for a further 2 years post qualifying. (I am trying to find the catch that my cynical side tells me must be hidden within the small print!?) It was amusing to hear the woman at the bank has branched out into comedy with the phrase: Barclays are committed to responsible lending! This was in response to my reply of What is the maximum I can have and what is your highest interest savings account, in reply to the how much of an overdraft would you like question.
4) On friday I have a meeting with a PR woman. I am going to be interviewed about a resusiciation I did on my Birthday last year, I need to think carefuly about how to play this. I dont want to come across big headed or over important. I did what I hope anyone else with my level of training would do, but it does highlight the benefits of first aid training and knowledge. I am wondering if I will get a free coffee / lunch out of the meeting?
5) The new Amauter Transplants album was released earlier this week which I duely purchased and there are some cracking new songs. Even if most of them are close to the knuckle.
6) I got a chase up email from Facebook yesterday stating that I have not logged in for a "while" and I have X outstanding this and Y outstanding that. I am going to see how long it takes before they close my account down? On the flip side my brother who has been known on several occasions to utter things along the lines of "Why do I need facebook, I have real friends" has infact created an account. It is disappointing that they would not accept his pseudonym of "Mike Hunt"
I am supposed to be back to work tomorrow which I really don't feel like but can't really have any more time off.
Right I am now off to chase up a few things including my cheque book and the PHTLS certificate which should have been here well over a month ago.
Monday, 1 June 2009
A Couple of Random Days
Going to see my friends band on Friday was awesome! However the plan to stick to soft drinks due to working the next day fell on it's arse quite spectacularly. Warning four bottles of Newcastle Brown and a large glass of wine is not conducive with two 12hr days back to back.
However I did receive the very kind offer of sleeping at Gizmo's which meant and extra hour and a quarter of valuable sleep and an infinitely reduced journey to the hospital. Hooray!
For 5 hours drunken sleep I coped remarkably well on Saturday. I was tired but I like to think my work was better than it normally is, perhaps it was an enhanced awareness brought about to compensate for my state? The mentor was also very pleasant making for a welcome change as there had been a few personality differences earlier in the placement. So all was going well, I had almost come to the end of the shift and was looking forward to getting home for tea and sleep. As these things always go fate was not on my side, my patient decided to have a funny 5 mins!
My patient was sat out in a chair keeping herself to herself, and we decided it would be nice to get her back into bed when something went horribly wrong! In a matter of seconds oxygen masks were flying, a couple of punches were attempted (this is the first time I have restrained a patient in hospital). To cut a long story short 5mg of Vitamin H via a central line makes someone very sleepy very quickly and prevents further harm to the patient and the staff. Not entirely sure that the term "mad as a bucket of frogs" is the best and most politically correct terminology for handing over, however it did relay the message effectively!
So after leaving the unit 20 mins late I walked home to get some kip. I arose yesterday feeling sapped of energy but with the promise of tea and cake upon clocking off, I reluctantly left my pit and dragged myself to the hospital. The shift went without any dramas, the previously confused patient was now fully with it and very apologetic which made for a nice end to the story. So at 8 I went to claim my reward of tea and cakeies! Which for some reason lasted until almost midnight, not that im complaining, I just hope Gizmo is not too tired as she had to be up early this morning, Sorry!
However I did receive the very kind offer of sleeping at Gizmo's which meant and extra hour and a quarter of valuable sleep and an infinitely reduced journey to the hospital. Hooray!
For 5 hours drunken sleep I coped remarkably well on Saturday. I was tired but I like to think my work was better than it normally is, perhaps it was an enhanced awareness brought about to compensate for my state? The mentor was also very pleasant making for a welcome change as there had been a few personality differences earlier in the placement. So all was going well, I had almost come to the end of the shift and was looking forward to getting home for tea and sleep. As these things always go fate was not on my side, my patient decided to have a funny 5 mins!
My patient was sat out in a chair keeping herself to herself, and we decided it would be nice to get her back into bed when something went horribly wrong! In a matter of seconds oxygen masks were flying, a couple of punches were attempted (this is the first time I have restrained a patient in hospital). To cut a long story short 5mg of Vitamin H via a central line makes someone very sleepy very quickly and prevents further harm to the patient and the staff. Not entirely sure that the term "mad as a bucket of frogs" is the best and most politically correct terminology for handing over, however it did relay the message effectively!
So after leaving the unit 20 mins late I walked home to get some kip. I arose yesterday feeling sapped of energy but with the promise of tea and cake upon clocking off, I reluctantly left my pit and dragged myself to the hospital. The shift went without any dramas, the previously confused patient was now fully with it and very apologetic which made for a nice end to the story. So at 8 I went to claim my reward of tea and cakeies! Which for some reason lasted until almost midnight, not that im complaining, I just hope Gizmo is not too tired as she had to be up early this morning, Sorry!
Friday, 29 May 2009
A day in Theatre
Yesterday I got to join the blue army and spend the day watching operations. It was interesting however I didn't get to see the emergency foot amputation, which left me most disappointed as I couldn't wow the whole theatre with my rendition of a famous 1982 film! Although disappointed with the lack of the footectomy the other ops were good. slightly surreal being given an appendix and being asked to pickle it in formaldehyde. I can also confirm the truth behind a certain song, although the gas man working for the latter part of the day was a top bloke with a wicked sense of humor (lets just hope the peadatric consultant doesn't find out why there was an ET tube hidden under that tray!) I must also thank Gizmo for providing a most welcome cuppa whilst listening to my poor jokes and disappointed ramblings last night.
Tonight I am going to go and see a friends band play, should be good? You cant knock old rock n' roll. I wonder if the set list will have changed this time? hopefully it will have been a worthwhile night when my alarm goes off at 5:45 tomorrow!
Tonight I am going to go and see a friends band play, should be good? You cant knock old rock n' roll. I wonder if the set list will have changed this time? hopefully it will have been a worthwhile night when my alarm goes off at 5:45 tomorrow!
Wednesday, 27 May 2009
My First Post
Welcome all. I have been meaning to start blogging for a long time and I have finally got around to it.
Today whilst stumbling through one of my regular time wasting websites (b3ta) I found the question of the week: "Impulse Buys, Tell us your retail disasters and triumphs."
After registering and typing up my post, I discovered I was not allowed to post until my probational week was over. Grrrr (My fault really, should have read the FAQ's)
Anyhoos, as I had already typed up my story I couldn't let it go to waste so I have included it here.
Working with ambulances takes up a large proportion of my life. Yesterday was no exception, someone had broken into one of our vehicles through the skylight and I was tasked to take newly convertible ambulance to be fixed. This involved driving to a quiet English village where there was a specialist repair company. Having dropped off said truck I now had a few hours to kill. Full English, 2 x Coffee and some random crap from co-op and I was still bored. I spied a toy shop and decided to venture in. It was then I saw the new Playmobil ambulance play set! So 5 minutes and £26.95 later I left the shop with a child's toy for which I have little use. It is now taking up space on my already cluttered desk, It does have flashing lights though!
Today whilst stumbling through one of my regular time wasting websites (b3ta) I found the question of the week: "Impulse Buys, Tell us your retail disasters and triumphs."
After registering and typing up my post, I discovered I was not allowed to post until my probational week was over. Grrrr (My fault really, should have read the FAQ's)
Anyhoos, as I had already typed up my story I couldn't let it go to waste so I have included it here.
Working with ambulances takes up a large proportion of my life. Yesterday was no exception, someone had broken into one of our vehicles through the skylight and I was tasked to take newly convertible ambulance to be fixed. This involved driving to a quiet English village where there was a specialist repair company. Having dropped off said truck I now had a few hours to kill. Full English, 2 x Coffee and some random crap from co-op and I was still bored. I spied a toy shop and decided to venture in. It was then I saw the new Playmobil ambulance play set! So 5 minutes and £26.95 later I left the shop with a child's toy for which I have little use. It is now taking up space on my already cluttered desk, It does have flashing lights though!
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