Little train accident (written like a young child)

Little train accidents.

Today was not a nice day. There wasn’t anything particularly bad, like a big train accident or a genocide or a nuclear holocaust of doom with level 3 (three) fireguns.

After my radio didn’t go off I jumped out of bed to my alarm clock. I have decided to rotate alarm wake-up songs every week so as to avoid having a heartattack whenever I song I previous liked comes on. Last week’s song was Here in my Arms by Hello Goodbye. This week I it’s flavour of the week by American hi-fi. I rate that it takes longer than a week to program my brain to associate a song with the terrors of the cold dark mornings.

I’m trying this new thing out. It’s called paying attention in lectures even if they aren’t particularly good. Today we had two lectures, neither of which were particularly good. The first one was on complications of surgery and the second one was on gallstones. Despite the fact that the lectures were mediocre I still paid attention, but I do not feel that I gained anything more than I could have gain from reading my book during the lecture.

After the lecture I took all the lectures off the computer on my 4GB USB-flash drive. I then spoke to my laid-back Indian friend and my clinical partner. The Indian dude’s keen to be my clinical partner next year. I feel quite indifferent about it and I will talk to him about it tomorrow. He needs to understand that I plan on hanging out with him, but not doing any work whatsoever with him or for him. I think he does understand that, so all should be good.

I then missioned through to the endoscopy suite E23. We arrived in time to see 2 (two) endoscopies for oesophageal varices, neither of which required banding. I could have been stuck in a lift or practicing inserting a nasogastric tube on myself. We then went to theatre via F25. The reason we went to F25 was because we wanted to check exactly what time we had our tutorial in the afternoon. Despite standing infront of the notice board for an absurd amount of time and my clinical partner writing the time on his hand with a blue ballpoint pen the tutorial time remained at 3pm. It was 10am. That’s 5 hours. You can count those long boring hours 1 (one) of your hands or feet.

We went to theatre and found that the upper GIT slate had been cancelled – for the entire day. I then went to all the theatres looking for an anaesthetics reg I wanted to chat to. I couldn’t find him so I went to anaesthetics department D23. They told me that he was at Mowbray maternity that day, so I went to the computer room.

I downloaded my email messages on my gmail on the computer labs computer. I had a new email from my broker so I printed it, but then found that he had entered the wrong information on one of hte pages that he had scanned and email to my email address.  I also printed a bank statement. I keep forgetting my customer selected pin and password for the internet banking. I have to change the password and customer selected pin almost every time I do internet banking.

I drove to town and went to my brokers offices. I waited for 30 (thirty) minutes and then somebody helped me fill out the form with my correct banking details. I then went to the gay friend of mine who’s in the closet’s house. He had taken my nag from the party last night. I was really impressed because he had not done any of the following things:
a.    Lost anything
b.    Broken anything
c.    Used up everything
d.    Damaged anything
e.    Done anything stupid
f.    Other
g.    Not otherwise specified
We smoked nag. Then he had to go take a man who was at his house to montegue gardens. I then hung out with his sister and spoke about how to do manicures.

I went back to university for a really good tutorial. It was an hour long, but I really liked the doctor who was giving the tutorial.

I got home and played some Neverwinter Nights 2 (two), then I watched 1 (one) episode of south park season 3 (three) and 2 (two) episodes of Californication.

My business partner spoke a bit today. Things look good for next month.

“..and if the band you’re in starts playing different tunes, I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon…”

Buddy’ Girlfriend’s 21st

Last night I went to Buddy’s girlfriend’s 21st. It was at a bar called relish in town. Her party was held on the top floor. There were 80 OT chicks there, plus other people I knew. After socialising a little, I set my nag up outside and became the centre of attention. Vanilla and Spidey were there. Spidey was very nice to me. She invited me to have a look at the robot she built. Vanilla and I ignored one-another, but she still smoked my nag.

The Duck’s brother borrowed R100 from me, drank 6 tequilas and got wrecked and decided he wanted to pick me up. He first started off by hitting my ass and then walking away. Then he had a prolonged and over-friendly hug with me that I had to push out of, then for the coup de grace he tried to tackle me and make me stand with him during the speeches, which created a little scene… then he vomited, passed out and got thrown out of the club.

The speeches were not audible. There was no microphone and there was just too much noise coming from the floor bellow to actually here anything. I stood at the back of the bar smoking nag with a few hot OT chicks.

After the speeches I had a lovely chat with Penises X-girlfriend who is ridiculously good looking, intelligent and funny. I spoke to a few more people, then, because it was her 21st and I didn’t want to kill the vibe, I left my nag in the “care” of a closet homosexual friend of mine who is chronically incapable of doing anything important properly.

I missioned off to the house of the dude who’s designing my company’s website. There were a lot of cool people there that I knew from winter camp. We smoked some nag, hung out and I fingered my ADHD friend of mine – just for fun. This is a. Not sexual b. not actually fingering but poking in the ass and c. Funny.

Then I met a beautiful blond 17 year old that I spent two hours talking to. We really hit it off well, except she has a boyfriend. She sat on my lap while we smoked nag, then we went to go sit on the couch. I massaged her feet while we spoke for quite a while. It was really nice.

Brief update

I’ve been arriving progressively later and later for my lectures. On Wednesday I arrived at 8h30 and today at 8h55. There exists an irritating register which I need to sign every day. The reason for this is that I am not sleeping well, and when I need to wake up it is cold and dark. I don’t feel particularly motivated to sit in traffic for 40 minutes in order to attend a lecture.

I made a very armature mistake. I forgot to include VAT in some of the quotes I had gotten for our internet business. On Wednesday morning I got an sms from my partner that told me that the prices we had used were wrong and that everything was non-viable. After panicking for a few hours a new quote came in that was almost the same as I thought the origin quote was, except it did include vat. I was really disappointed in myself. Poor form!

I went to aftercare and spoke about my sister and a hectic conversation my step-mother and I had had with my father. I felt better after I had spoken about it.

I visited a magician friend of mine. We watched a video of a show that he had put on at Kalkbay theatre. It was really good. I also spoke to him for an hour and half about a wide assortment of stuff.

I saw a patient. 66year old female with known diabetes and hypertension on enalapril, metformin, glibeclamide and asprin now with a 7 week history of painless jaundice, dark urine, normal stools, pruritis, nausea & vomiting. She was no alcohol history and no hepatitis contacts. On examination she had a soft 2cm hepatomegally and was very jaundice. She had no stigmata of liver disease. She had carcinoma of the head of the pancreas. She is going to die within the next year. She hadn’t been told yet. She is a very sweet woman. So it goes.

Today we had 5 hours of quite intense lecturing and tutorials with no real break. I missed the first hour, but my brain was sore by the end.

I slept when I got home and am hoping to have a good sleep tonight as well. I am looking forward to the weekend. I am feeling a little uncomfortable in my body, cold, tired and a little low, but nothing too bad. She’ll be apples tomorrow

What is in a name?

Today has been quite an eventful day. I struggled to wake up this morning and arrived late to lecture on lower GIT bleeding, which was interesting. Then we had a long gap in my timetable. I filled out a questionnaire to be part of a study where they do an MRI on you and give you opiates and pay you, which should be interesting, though I am worried about taking opiates.

My clinical partner told me that he wants to work with somebody else next year, which I thought he would. It’s still a little sad, but whatever.

The beautiful Christian chick from my course came back from her holiday today and is still looking beautiful. Another girl from our course is getting married – which I find quite hectic.

We watched 3 videos in the E23 library. One on gastroscopy, one on colonoscopy and one on endoscopic retrograde cholangiopacreotography. The gastroscopy one was a combination of rough and funny. I cannot believe how much pipe they can stick up somebody ass. I ate sandwiches during the colonoscopy one.

I got home at about 12 and had to finish this thai green curry that I made on Sunday and accidently dyed luminous green. About 20 minutes ago a found out something very funny that happens to your feces if you eat too much green food colouring.

I sorted out a lot of stuff with regarding our ADSL resale company. We registered easydoesit.co.za which is going to be our company named. We commissioned a website and finalised our ISP.

The search for the name of our company has take 4 days of constant thinking and whois queries. We started off on Friday by getting really exciting about registering lank.co.za . It then came to our attention that it was quite an immature name for a company. We tried out lots of other names but none of them had… I don’t quite know the word for it… It’s like this positive, vibey good feeling… a feeling of rightness.

Anyway, I eventually came up with easydoesit.co.za, which was free and we grabbed it and are happy

Lectures tomorrow, aftercare, need to see a patient, all’s good

Psychotic sister

It’s been quite a while since I’ve blogged. I was away in Durban being a medic on Habonim’s winter camp. I had a really fantastic time, met lots of cool people and relaxed. I’m in the process of setting up an ADSL resale company with one of the people I met. I spent most of today getting quotes from wholesalers.

I got this phone call from my mother this evening right before supper which was really irritating, typical, worrying, disempowering and enraging. She started off by telling me that my sister is really not doing well at all. She described how her obsessive compulsive disorder was getting worse and that she practically cannot do anything without having to go through a million rituals and that she has started to get paranoid.

At this point I started thinking about a list of worrying diagnoses. Then my mother started trying to talk about how she was trying to talk to my dad and I had to put my foot down.

For years I used to be the person that my mother dumped the stuff she was carrying about my father. This destroyed my relationship with my father and fed into my anxiety and depression to the extent that it nearly destroyed me. I will never play that role again, no matter the stake.

I put my foot down about it which caused my mother to end the conversation quite early and abruptly.

In my head I have a picture of myself rocking up at that filthy hole they call a house with the police and saying in a loud, calm and clear voice. “Alright, this is over.” Finally, once and for all, over. No more of this chaos. My psychotic sister is taken by the police and institutionalised She receives appropriate antipsychotic therapy and cognitive behavioural therapy and eventually is able to live a normal healthy life. My mom, freed from the burden of having to care for my ill sister and now without anybody to feed her mutual separation anxiety and illness rediscovers painting, which she used to do years ago. She suddenly gets re-invigorated and comes out of her 20 year long depression and clears her life out. Over time. A few years my family heals back to functionality and normality.

Out of my head that does not happen. It is not my place to step into my mother and sister’s home and fix their chaos. I do not know how to help my sister and my mother. My opinion on the courses of action that they are currently undertaking is clouded by my negative opinions of them and what I hear from my fathers. My gut instinct see’s me going into my sister’s psychiatrist’s practice one day and having a very serious discussion with him about inappropriate management of his patient, then reporting him to the health professional’s counsel of South Africa. My mom is unsavable and my sister… who knows?