So, I Dreamed I Had a Dog Last Night

I never thought I'd see the day when exercise has become a pleasure for me. It might be because it's a bit of a rarity. Not really but Monday and Tuesday (sometimes Friday), I'm at uni from 8/9am and only get home around 6pm. By that time, I am usually incredibly stroppy (Big Michelle can attest to this. We were walking to the bus together around that time and apparently I was in a major strop because she looks all concerned at me and says, "Is something wrong?"), hungry and tired. There is no way I have the energy to exercise at night and I have work to do. So, in some ways I even look forward to days when I get to exercise.

I had my last GP placement today. I also had my period today. As in, I got the beginning dregs of it as I was sitting in the GP's office. I could feel it (I don't know if this is tmi... but I don't really think it is) and I had my legs crossed. At one point, I think I even surreptitiously stuck my hand under my bum to check if anything was coming out. The worst part was when I went to use the bathroom to check but I couldn't bring my bag out with me because that would look weird. So there really wasn't any point in checking. Still, I stuffed some toilet paper in there, a la Kim circa year 10 (don't think I've forgotten, gurlfrand).

Ate shit tonnes of broccoli at dinner and am now listening to Rihanna while I finish my patient reflections from the GP placements.

Yup, I'm falling for ya but there's nothing wrong with that.

J