Wake, from your sleep…

It’s 20h18 on Thursday 28th February 2008. I’m sitting with my back straight up against my chair and feeling the nearly overwhelming numbness was over and through my body. It has been an incredibly hectic week.

Last Sunday I sent Vanilla quite a harshly worded email about how irritated I felt by her constant inability to reciprocate or communicate with me. I also learned that I am a German citizen and have been my entire life. I went to bed feeling a little strange that night.

On Monday I went into university for an expectedly short day. We were given an introductory talk on forensics in a room in the Falmouth building at medical campus with a strange macabre picture and lots of forensics books.

I’m allowing my mind and body to become completely absorbed and engrossed in Baldur’s Gate II – Thrown of Bhaal. It’s really enjoyable and is what I do most of the time when I’m not sleeping.

On Tuesday I awoke, ate a hearty breakfast of Muesli, which I’ve switched to from Wheatbix. I then went to Salt River mortuary where I lost a piece of my soul. To bear witness to a human autopsy is to loose a piece of your humanity. After an introductory talk by our tutor –who is a very lovely woman we went into the dissection rooms building. The smell of human entrails is something that I cannot describe or compare to anything else that I have ever smelt. It’s utterly disgusting to the point that you want to go away from the smell, its a mixture of blood, feces, rotting, urine and everything else bad in the world.

So I faught my instinct to run screaming from the smell, put on a non-sterile surgical gown a mask (thankfully), and waited. The walk from the room where we are lectured to the dissection room is a unique walk. It’s done very slowly, like all 10 of us are required to pool our confidence and will together in order to push our unit of people into the room. Once we were all suited up we waited for the females then pushed through into the room.

Dissecting room one is a large grey room. The details of the objects around the room require effort to notice because the smell and sights are completely overwhelming. Human bodies of every sort occupy trolleys in the room. There are only 5 or so bodies in the room, some of them eviscerated, with their skulls open and faces hanging half-limp because the skull usually supporting them is removed. Around the bodies are viscera dangling, being cut, dripping, excreting and rotting.

After a moment of reeling panic and revulsions my sense settled at the task at hand. My breathing slowed and tried to minimise the movement of smell in and out of my mask and I focussed on our tutor.

Our case was a coloured male in his twenties who had been stabbed and died before arriving to hospital. He could easily have been somebody I knew. He didn’t look like a hectic ganger. His eyes were closed and he wore the clothes he in which he died…

By the end of the process this shell of a human being had had his skull opened, his sternum cut off and his chest and abdomen open. All organs had been removed, inspected and dissected.

An autopsy is a process whereby an entire human shell is deconstructed, person to organs to tissue, and then the inners, in their destroyed and mutilated form, are dumped back inside the shell, which is then closed and buried.

From there where a piece of my immortal soul and my humanity was left permanently I missioned through to the German embassy to try organise a passport. I discovered that I needed quite a few documents and 72 euros, neither of which I had on me, so I left and went home.

I slept for 3 hours, then got ready for Shawco and went. The German Canadian girl that I normally flirt with didn’t come. The Bnei Jew from the 2 years below that me that I befriended wanted to smoke nag after shawco, but I was out of coals. The bus rides up and down, as well as the free time at the clinic was spent being very social and funny, probably to try and dull my memory and hype myself up to sense of life. I saw a 10 year old with an otitis media, his mom with a cough another woman a cough and then a person with depression/post traumatic stress disorder, which was very sad.

I got to my friend’s house late and struggled to get to sleep. I smsed Lolita who didn’t reply.

On Wednesday, yesterday, I went in for lectures. I was quite tired. I found all the lectures quite boring, except for the lecture by the 160 year old woman about sex, which I bunked and went to town to get my stethoscope engraved. I downloaded all the forensics lectures in the break between the obstetrics and gynae lectures. I spent 30minutes of quality time with my blond bombshell man eater friend. During the forensics lecture – which was on neurological pathology – I moved from being tired to being completely exhausted and without hope, so I cancelled everything and went home to bed.

Unfortunately I couldn’t miss the girl I loved in school’s going away party, which I attended from 20h30 to 21h30. Vanilla was there. I tried to speak to her to find out what was going on inside the ginger head of hers. She eventually said that the conversation was making her feel comfortable, which made me decided to leave. Peppers was so so cute. She was obsessing about this cat. Sven was very cool. Spidey was friendly to me and the fin crisp was friendly too. I sent Vanilla an sms saying “I find the fact that you don’t give, reciprocate and are unable to be honest with me insensitive, something and hurtful.” I’ve decided to never speak to her again.

Today I attended a post mortem of a 24 year old male who was ejected from the seat of a motor vehicle during a motor vehicle accident. He fractured right his parietal bone from the ear almost to the occiput and the posterior border of the middle cerebral fossa. He suffered a left-sided subdural and subarachnoid haemorage with counter-coup cortical contusions on the left lateral cerebral hemisphere. He herniated his cerebrellar tonsils, he herniated his parahypocampal gyrus, he herniated down, he herniated through and then he herniated some more. Somehow it smelt worse today.

I got home at 12, ate a bit then slept a bit. I played quite a bit of baldur’s gate and am enjoying escaping into it. I feel I need to start studying for exams. I feel I should start exercising again.

Rome Mania!

I’m sitting cross-legged and barefoot on my chair in front of my computer. My heads a little numbed and sore. It’s hot in my house and my room. It’s 21h16 and I’m starting to think about heading off to bed. I’ve made my sandwiches for tomorrow, got things in my room ready and clean for the start of the week and just have a few more things to do before I can stick the last nail in the coffin of this weekend.

Last night was The penises21st. He and I have a running joke that he’s a penis and that I look like a penis. For his birthday I bought him this book (which was expensive in my terms and could have brought 2 people in on the present but it wasn’t the kinda present that somebody else could buy in with). The book’s called Roger Hangs Out. The catch phrase is “No stress. No Conversation. No Pants.” Its a simple book of cartoons of the main character doing an assortment of things with his penis all over the place. It’s funny in a very strange way and its so him. I also wrote him an awesome card which had an introduction from the wheel of time.

The dress-up theme was Romania – country of thieves, gypsies, communists and vampires. I went as Rome Mania in a toga. It was very reminiscent of shnat.

The actual party took place at the sack estate. There was sushi to start, followed by some homehooked things, followed by butler’s pizza, followed by steers chips, followed by magnums. Good food. The speeches were decent, one was part was quite hectic, but generally they were tame. There was a story left out that was very funny when I heard it.

I brought my nag and had all of my coals used up. It was popular and well used.

I was feeling a bit worried about the 21st because Spidey, vanilla and C were all invited. Spidey was so decent and friendly to me. Vanilla and I said 10 words to one another I, and  C and I ignored one another completely. She dressed as a witch and I went around asking people why she didn’t bother getting dressed up.

Sir vomited in the bushes quite late in the night, so I finally got to repay him for my 21st.

Tomorrow I start work at Salt River mortuary. This is where all the murder victims in Cape Town get sent. It’s apparently quite rough emotionally and experientially, but the time table’s very chilled.

Vernon has given me a book to read called “The curious incident of the dog in the night.” It’s quite quirky and I like it. All the chapters are prime numbers.

On Friday I went into uni for a few hours. I attended a very good teaching ward-round in the obstetrics department. The GPH women are very hectic. They are on the verge of death then you terminate their pregnancy and they’re depressed but stable. It’s fucking hectic. This one woman was on lobetalol and neprassol infusions and still had a blood pressure of 190/110 then they had to kill her baby and now she’s fine.

I went to the colposcopy clinic in order to try and get another pap smear, which didn’t happen. I then missioned back home and played with my computer a bit, after having a nap.
Supper was at my friends grand-parents. I ate bloody good borekkas but the main course was insubstantial. I went home with Vernon to get the book then off the badger to smoke nag, which was superbly nice. Afterwards I went through to the bayit to see Sir. I saw lots of people that I hadn’t seen in a while and got completely over-stimulated and excited. I saw vanilla. She said “Hello. How are you?” I said “I am fine. You missed my birthday. I haven’t heard from you in two month.” She said “how’s uni?” I said “Fine.”

I slept late on Saturday and then spent quite a bit of time fighting with Simcity 3000 ultimate edition which refused to show my roads and train tracks. It got to the point where I emailed customer support.

My father cracked and we signed up for ADSL.

I am currently played Baulder’s Gate II, which feels like an old friend I haven’t seen in a while – I’m thoroughly enjoying it. It’s such a fucking fantastic game. Fuck it’s good!

I’m feeling low, but it’s ok. I’ll feel better tomorrow.

A brief illness

Minor Illness rocks the boat

On Sunday night I woke up twice during the night to urinate. Upon beginning to empty my bladder I became acutely aware of my heart beating, a pounding sound within my head, and with it gradually slowing down came dizziness and a sense of darkening vision. After waking up both times I also noticed that I was drenched with sweat.

On Monday I woke up feeling quite unwell, though not terrible. I got dressed, ate breakfast and headed towards university. After I got through the Edgemead intersection I had made the decision that for the good of myself and my patient I would take the day off and rest.

So I saw the doctor later in the day and spent most of my time either sleeping, playing Age of Mythology – The Titans or reading Food Moon – book two of the Dresdan files by Jim Butcher. I felt just unwell. My right ear had become occluded by earwax, which didn’t help things. My body was sore and sensitive to contact. My joints ached – but I suppose they always do.

On Monday I slept a lot, but I slept quite well during the night, save the one time I woke up to empty my bladder. When I say I was drenched in sweat I don’t mean damp, or wet, I mean like soaked through so that my artificial fabric PJs (yes those same old green ones) were still wet the next evening.

I similarly spent Tuesday sleeping and fucking around. I did not go into SHAWCO, but wound up going to my cousins house for supper with the family. I was still not feeling well and I was become quite worried about my night sweats. I was psyching myself up for going for a TB CXR on Wednesday.

I was feeling better by the time I got home on Tuesday night, so much so that I did not sleep one second the entire night; not at all. The main issues that preventing me from sleeping were: 1. I think I was either running a fever or my room was REALLY hot. 2. I was worrying about more night sweats and the implications thereof. 3. My Alergex was in the hands of my father. 4. Other

So at 5h30am on Wednesday morning I called it, switched my alarm clocks off and went to sleep until 15h30, which was VERY disorientating. The entire day just vanished, like discharging an accumulated current to the ground accidently while not paying attention. Gone entirely without a trance, but with a lot of unused potential.

I went to the local pharmacy where I bought a new thermometer, a bottle of paracetamol and a box of alergex. I then went to the large local shopping center where I went to Virgin mobile, the cellular service provider to which I plan to switch, Vodacom my current CSP which is majority owned by Telkom who are, in my opinion, the corporal embodiments of Satan on earth and I hate. Vodacom irritate me, they outsource their customer care so that they need not take responsibility for it and it is shit. So anyway, Vodacom informs you that you are ready to “upgrade” 2 months before your contract has actually expired, so that you are tempted to get a new phone instead of wait for 2 months to switch networks. I also went to exclusive books in order to order the next book of the Dresdan Files – Grave Peril.

I nearly finished the rest of Fool Moon on Wednesday evening, and I slept like a fucking baby.

I woke up at 5h30 feeling well. I got up, checked my mail, cleaned the kitchen a bit then went to uni. The obstetrics ward round made me regret not doing more time in obs. There were a lot of patients with eclampsia, which was interesting. We then had a cancelled tut, followed by an actualised tutorial on medical conditions in obstetric 2. I went to speak to the obstetric secretary about my absence from lectures yesterday, then I clerked to obstetric patients and then sat in to part of a boring review clinic.

I went to canal walk and the penis an amazing 21st birthday present. I’m so happy with it.
I had my ears syringed and I can finally hear stereo again.

I’m a bit allergic at the moment, but I feel quite well. I’m in a very anti-women space which is good.

Too much reading – sore brain

Thursday I slept late, played a lot of age of mythology and cooked supper for the family. I got a call from a male friend in a similar unfulfilling relationship situation inviting me out for dinner on Valentine ’s Day. I heard not a word from a woman the whole day.

Friday I endeavoured to finish watching Lord of the Rings extended play DVD box set. I sat down at 13h00 about 1 third of the way through the Two Towers disk 2 and left at 18h30 with over an hour playtime left on the Return of the King.

I had a decent, uneventful dinner at my usual family. I took an extended break from the main course’s conversation to remove the hundreds of facebook applets I’d added without adding functionality so that nobody could bug me. Facebook now has a block applet option which is fantastic.

After supper I went to visit Lolita. I sat with her in her room while she did art. She claimed to be feeling quite manic. She painted my left hand yellow with acrylic paint. I left after about an hour feeling like it’s time to move on and come back in a few years and try again. She read me some of a play that she was writing. She’s so creative, one of the monologues was beautifully eloquent.

I went to my x’s brother to smoke nag and chill, which was excellent.

The next day I started reading the obstetrics section of the oxford handbook of obstetrics and gynaecology. I read about 79 pages. In the evening I went out with the some older friends of mine for Pizza and then went to one of their houses to smoke nag. I had a really good night.

Today was devoted to finishing my reading for the textbook, interspersed with finishing Age of Mythology and starting Age of Mythology – titans. I did some basic housekeeping and got ready for the week to come.

I want to start going back to Long Kriyah at Art of Living, but I cannot due to time constraints.

I feel very tired, low and flat right this moment, but I’ll feel much better tomorrow.

Good two days

I slept latish on Tuesday after spending a fair portion of the night before finishing the middle book of the Age of Five trilogy. I enjoyed the ending, it has some interesting twists and I felt quite excited go get going on the final book.

After waking up later, doing a bit of uni reading and eating I missioned to Bayside shopping centre in Tableview. I constantly allow myself to become deluded and disillusioned of the distance from my house to Bayside. I think its practically in the next suburb, which is just plain wrong. It took me 30 minutes to get there, only to find out that the book they had for me, although being a paper-back version of the Voice of the Gods it was a different edition with an entirely different front cover. After surpressing an almost desperate need to by the hardcover copy which was more expensive and bigger than the soft-cover version I left feeling quite sad.

After spending doing yoga and packing I went to Shawco via Canal walk where I picked up my next book of the Dresden files which had been waiting for me. I rushed and arrived precisely on time, which was about 30 minutes early.

One of the guys running the clinic seems to be a bit insane and likes there to be way too many pre-clinical students at shawco, so we had to organise a bigger bus plus two cars drove up.

At the clinic there were 11 patients and 30 odd students. I saw 3 patients, one of whom was a very complicated 56 year old gentleman complaining of anasarca, joint stiffness (secondry to anasarca), a white depigmentated macular pruritic rash on his torso and face and backache (?mechanical). On examination he had a pan systolic murmur, was clubbed and very wasted. I also felt his liver was small. I think he had an underlying malignancy ?hepatocellular carcinoma secondary to alcoholic cirrhosis, ?Prostate CA.

The other two patients I saw were simple; 1 had HIV and needed VCT and the other had a viral throat infection and needed panado.

I had a bit of chaotic night at the family where I usually sleep. I only found a feather pillow to which I am allergic and the dog kept making strange noises which disturbed me. I check for the dog in my groggy state but found no such animal in my room. The next morning not only did I find a normal non-feather pillow in my room, but also the dog.

After eating breakfast I dashed off to uni which took me all of 10 minutes. The first lecture was quite average, it was on diabetes in pregnancy. My partner and I decided to opt out of the contraception lecture by the 140 year old who avoids eye contact and ends all her sentences off in a. We missioned through to the com labs where I downloaded an update for my spyware scanner and the latest version of the download accelerator that I used which installed google toolbar and also has new irritating advertising, so I won’t mention it . I played around on facebook and was pleasantly surprised to find that they have added a feature which lets you block applications – thank god!

The next two lectures were really supurb. The first one was on STIs in which I am always interested. If your girlfriends valva is larger than your penis she has granuloma inguinale.

The lecture that followed was absolutely fascinating. It was by the head of department and was on gynae endocrine. There’s a condition called 5α hydroxylase deficiency which causes testosterone not to be converted into dihydroxytestosterone which is much more active. This results in the newborn being phenotypically female but gradually, as the levels of testosterone secreted by the testes increase change phenotypically into a male.

She related a story to us wherein a mother kept going to see various GPs about he daughters unusually large clitoris. The GPs all reassured her, but she did eventually present at 14 to the clinic with fully formed male genitalia. She had a gonadectomy after some brief counselling, then, while the prof was away, they removed his phallus. She was started on hormone replacement and grew breasts, but was lost to follow-up. Years later this eunuch like person with MASSIVE breasts presented back to the clinic requesting to be made into a man again. The effects of testosterone on the development of the brain cannot be changed.

She also told us about precocious puberty in boys and how it results in them masturbating inappropriately in public, and how bad it is for 5 year old girls to have to carry sanitary towels with them.

Testostrone is apparently toxic and causes aggression and hypersexuality. She related a story from her days in London where they were treating this man for delayed puberty. She was leaving with her mentor and the man was very aggressive and arguing with the charge sister about wanting to go hit oxford street where all the whores are that night. The mentor told her that in these situations it is best to use the fire escape.

I went to aftercare. It was good to see my beautiful greek friend and know that she is well. Some people were having a rough time. I went last and reported back on having a good week.

I then went to my Wednesday evening nag friend, which was great.

I am really enjoying having a clinical partner. I am happy and tired. Tomorrow I must graft.

A long ride to boredom

This morning I woke up at 5h30 am, the sun wasn’t quite up yet and it was cold. I felt alright, but certainly wasn’t feeling excited. I struggled to get out of bed and get ready, but I left in time – just in time.

On my way to university my thoughts were chaos. I realised that my student card was in the possession of my Botswanan group member. I realised that I would probably make it just in time and then have trouble opening the gate without my card. I toyed with the idea of driving straight through myself. I thought about alternative routes that might decrease my travel time, but might actually increase them.

So, what actually wound up happening is that I arrived at university at exactly 7h30 – the time the busses are meant to leave. I then found to my horror that the gate I, and a number of my colleagues had planned on using was broken, I then struggled to start my car in order to move it 20m forward. It would almost start, the engine would sound like it was going, but the moment the key was disengaged the car would stall. I then managed to get it going; I made it to the gate, got swiped through by a kindly man and then walked quickly to outside the new learning centre where the busses were already leaving.

A driver stopped to ask me where I was going, so I told him fishhoek and he indicated to the bus driving in front of him that hadn’t stopped. I suppose that at least once in everybody’s time at medical school they have to run after a bus and today was my day. I didn’t run as fast as I could but I ran and managed to almost catch the bus before it got to the boom. Luckily a student in the bus saw me and told the driver to stop.

I got onto the bus tired, panting and sweating, but I made it.

An hour and a half later we arrived at false bay hospital. I found my partner in a room with a nurse watching her take history for an antenatal booking visit. During the following 3 patients’ consultations I took their blood and did their syphilis screens. We were then forced to swap with the two other colleagues of ours who had come, the pseudojew had come and gone by the time we arrived. I found myself stuck in ultrasound and bored.

I went down to casualty where I took some blood. I then panicked a bit because the text message I had sent to the driver asking him to collect us at 12h00 hadn’t gone through. I couldn’t get through to his cell phone by calling him, so I called the undergraduate secretary to get the number of the person in charge of transport so that he could give me the correct number for the driver. I had typical medical student paranoia about not copying down the number correctly. By the second time I tried to call the person in charge of transport I got a delivery report from the driver. I then called him and got through. He said he’d collect us at 12h00.

I then went back to my colleagues and told them the news. My partner was distressed that we were leaving him and a consultant was coming through in the afternoon. I stressed a lot, spoke to all parties concerned and then did some research to find out whether the consultant was coming through for us or the patients. It turned out that she was coming through for the patients so I felt better about leaving.

My partner and I took some free vegetable soup and bread from the Anglican Church women and sat outside for lunch. I read my book a little more, then the bus arrived, then the bus drove back almost to medical school, then out again to the vanguard drive area, then back to medical school.

The net result from my academic day was as follows:
1.    I finished book two of the Age Of Five series by Trudy Canavan
2.    I got home early and have decided to take Tuesday and Thursday of from university because it is a waste of my time
3.    I had a nap
4.    I feel stupider

I spent quite a bit of time napping today, which was a pleasant surprise. I played age of mythology quite a bit in the later afternoon and evening.

Tomorrow I need to go to Bayside shopping centre in Tableview to buy the final book of the Age of Five. I have a shawco clinic in the evening, I am sleeping at the sterns and then I have lectures all day on Wednesday followed by aftercare, then nag, then support group. Overall the process leaves me feeling not just a little fucked.

Busy Birthday week

Eish – it’s been a long time since I journalled.

On Tuesday last week I went into uni late for my last gynae pathology lecture. After it I went through to see my friend from camp that had been travelling in Europe. It was fucking awesome to see him. We smoked nag and hung out until I went back to uni. At 17h30 shawco gave us pizza. I ate a lot.

23 people came with on our clinic to Masiphumalele (Noordehoek). When we arrived there were few patients. We broke up into groups. I took 3 fifth years including this one bneinick that I had never met before. He wound up being quite cool. I also got this one H O T third year that I’d always noticed around. I let them see their patient really slowly. She had a UTI and chronic pelvic pain.

I wound up having to do 2 PVs for my German Canadian colleague. One woman had a cervix that felt like a piece of plastic with a lump growing off the end. I sent her for a pap smear and speculum. The second woman, who, like the first one, was complaining of malodorous PV discharge, had a normal parous cervix and there were no other abnormalities found.

I got back to my Friday night family at 11pm and went straight to bed. I felt like such a jackass because I left my toiletries at home.

I slept very poorly and struggled immensely with the gynae and obstetric lectures on Wednesday. I really enjoy spending time with Daria, which happened during the break. Afterwards the forensic lectures were long, but interesting. They went through the law regarding sexual assault, which was strange and fascinating. Before the laws were revised there was a law called “concerning men at parties” and said that it was illegal for a man do something to another man that unlawfully and intentionally causes either him or the other man to be aroused. There was also a lot which sounded like it could have been written by the Monty Python crew which I thoroughly enjoyed.

I went through to aftercare – via pick n pay where I bought muffins for everybody. Aftercare was terribly small, but alright.

I spent an hour smoking nag with my pepper growing friend then went back to Kenilworth clinic for this new support group thing which two of my friends started. It was excellent.

I got home exhausted and went to bed.

I woke up at 4h30 because of really bad allergies; an incredibly itchy palate. I tried to go back to sleep, but couldn’t. I went to the kitchen where I found my father had given me a packet of cashew nuts for my birthday. I cannot really complain because he gives me everything. I played computer games until it was an appropriate time to get ready for university.

I watch a hysterectomy and then left because I couldn’t see anything. I sat under a tree near the outpatients department and read my book for a long time. I then spoke to my partner about people in our class for a while, then went to shiply gynae OPD.

I worked with a really lovely doctor. We saw a 28 year old gravida 1 partum 1 woman now with chronic offensive PV discharge and infertility. She’d been on numerous courses of bactrum and had a pap smear which showed bacterial vaginosis. She douches after intercourses. After being very confused we went to consult with the senior consultant who told us it was from the douching and that she must stop. We prescribed another course of bactram and instructed her to apply yogurt pv nightly for a month.

I went home, slept, played computer games, then went out to the spur with my mom, sister, step mom and dad.

I got a phone call from one of my favourite ausie females. It was awesome. I also got a lot of smses, 60+ facebook wall posts, 4 emails, 6 phone calls and 6 facebook messages. I felt very loved.

On Friday I took the day of university. I slept late and then played a hell of a lot of age of mythology. I really am enjoying the game thoroughly.

I went through to cunt who gave me a lift through to Simon’s Town for supper. He’d just got a new car and I enjoyed the ride up. He’s an excellent person. I got given a nice green short sleeve shirt and I had a decent, enjoyable supper.

After supper I went to the Habo meeting to drop off recycling. I was happy to see quite a few people and chilled there until my arrangement with my medical school friend sort itself out. I was quite bummed because I had made plans to see Lolita but then she cancelled on me. I really like her.

Yesterday I had a party at my house. 20 or so people came and we smoked nag and ate hummus outside. It was a really decent event. a very mixed crowd came and they all enjoyed themselves. I got given a leatherman like tool from some friends, which was fucking awesome. I also got given incense, nag tobacco, and chocolates. Afterwards a few of us went out for supper to primi.

Today some family came over. I got given a t-shirt. We had a brunch. I played computer games, caught up on my emails, did yoga, and relaxed. I’m feeling well rested and ready for my week.

Oh! The stars!

Oh the stars!

On Friday I went in for a complete waste of time day at New Summerset Hospital. The first thing on our time table was a ward round. I arrived a little before 8, rushed up to the 6th floor where I sat, with my colleagues and waited. I announced that if the ward round hadn’t started by 9 I would leave. At 9 I got up to return home when the senior consultant announced the start of a dull ward round.

It finished at 10, which gave us an hour to wait around. I sat in the “day room” and read my book. A nurse came to shout at me for sitting on the table.

At 11 we had a 1 hour tutorial by a closet anti-Semite. The term closet anti-Semite is a term used by my partner and I to describe a doctor that we are forced to work with who is a penis. At 12-o-clock I pointed out to the lovely German man who’d been killing my brain cells for an hour that some of us had a bus to catch at 12. He dismissed us all to freedom!

I got into my little green beast and teleported back home and to bed. After I awoke I played age of mythology quite a bit.

My aunt had another seizure (or, as it turned out 3 seizures), so my father said that I should visit her at the hospital “as a representative of the family”. I was very irritated with him because he didn’t want to do it so he forced me to. I arrived at the hospital and was pleased to see her. It was right thing to do and so I apologised to my father by sms.

At the spar I bumped into my friend’s older brother who invited me to come help him cook lunch on Saturday for his father’s whisky club, which I accepted.

Supper was quite decent. It was milchik for the first time in I don’t know how long. They served vegetarian musaka, which was different, but decent. It wasn’t as good as the meat musaka. The power tripped at 20h45 which seemed pretty normal. We then gradually found out that the whole of Cape Town was out. My friends aunt’s wife’s  gay (FAWGS) son heard a rumour that the refinery was on fire and the internet on my phone stopped working so I panicked a little.

I wound up giving him a lift to Obsevatory. On the way to Obs I wasn’t paying attention to the road and there was a stationary vehicle on the highway. The guy I was giving a lift to bishop’s court shouted “oh shit look out!” I had to swerve and skid to miss the car, which left us all a little shaken. FAWGS left some books in my car.

After dropping the other dude off I went to Marvrick’s house. Her mom was their and it was awkward because she told her that I think she’s over-protective. We smoked nag in the dark for a while then I went home and slept.

The night was fantastic. The newspapers reported it as a night sky not seen in Cape Town in living memory! The mountain glowed silver and it was magickal

I went through to help cook. I arrived at 10h30 and spent a long time making sushi. We also made a tai green curry. I ate a lot and went home and slept. I borrowed his boyfriend’s lord of the rings extended play box set which I watched quite a bit on Saturday night. I put my phone off before I had an afternoon nap and left it on till Sunday.

On Sunday I spent quite a while playing computer games and watching lord of the rings. I went to the badger for nag and then to my like good friend for pizza in sea point, which was decent.

Today is Lolita’s birthday. I sent her a message simply reading “Happy Birthday Lolita.”

I was in theatre today. We saw 3 laproscopies, 1 for infertility, 1 for pelvic pain and infertility and one for pelvic pain. There was 1 patient booked for a stitch granuloma removal – a joke of a procedure that could be one in outpatients. It was such a ridiculous procedure, such a waste of the consultant’s time, such a waste of a hospital bed, such a waste of , well, everything.

I had a haircut and then went home and reinstalled my entire computer. I also watched some lord of the rings, played some computer and typed up a patient for uni.

I intend to read some of my text book tonight.

I am in an anti-woman space.

I am toying with the idea of having a birthday celebration of some sort. I cannot work out where or when or if I want to.

Tomorrow I am going into uni late – at 13h30. I have a 1 hour tutorial, I am then attending a shawco clinic and then sleeping at the my Friday night friend’s house.