Taking a breather

Having a short break from the ABC to have a witter about my life. If you think this will bore you then feel free to wander off to a better, less random blog. There are many of them listed off to the left.

Uni is not particularly thrilling at the minute; 3rd year seems to focus a lot on management and teaching methods and very little on actual nursing. I have a pharmacology exam next month, which is apparently very difficult, but it's only formative so if we fail it's ok. Until our poor knowledge of pharmacology kills a patients, anyway. *sigh* I know a staff nurse who's mentor on a placement refused to pass her for being, well, incompetent, but the uni let her continue the course anyway. It's pretty shocking. Also, once again, the uni has taken on more students than the have placements available for, in the hope that some drop out/more placements become available by magic. There is money involved, so who cares if some people get placed somewhere completely inappropriate? Or nowhere at all, as has happened before?

I have a couple of very, very dull essays to do, which I can avoid by changing to the degree, but until then I have to keep attending the seminars for them. Should find out in a few weeks if I can change. I really, really want to change. I'll actually cry if I can't. Some of the people on the degree course are so thick that if they come out with a degree whilst I only get a diploma then I will go on a killing rampage.

Am a bit worried about my mum at the minute. Her dentist has referred her to the big hospital cause she has a suspicious thing on her tongue. Given her 20-60 a day fag habit (depending whether she's at work or not) I'm fearing the worst. I'm trying not to think about it.

My dad, at least, is ok...he's busy spending his redundancy/pension money on constructing the worlds best home entertainment system in his council house. The amount of gear he has in his living room is impressive; am pretty sure it's actually worth more than his house. Given that he is surrounded by drug addicts and criminals, I'm also quite surprised he hasn't been burgled yet.

I fully expect to be horribly hormonal this week, luckily (for him) Mr Door is doing a ridiculous amount of night shifts so will avoid my random crying and occasional incomprehensible rages. I'm not sure being on my own will make me feel any better (actually, I know it'll make me worse), but it's just safer for our relationship this way. There's no chance of me dumping him because he didn't fold the towel on the radiator. I'm a catch, aren't I? In my defence, I never used to be like this; it's just the last 2 years I've become the PMT monster.

Ok, am off to optimistically think up dissertation topics. Any suggestions for anything interesting (e.g. nothing drug and alcohol or primary care related please) would be appreciated...