Heads Up

Just a heads up for all of my thousands of loyal readers and adoring fans: a shittonne (official unit of measurement, not unlike mmHg which is possibly the most ridiculous and complicated unit of measurement in the history of measuring things) of chocolate and lollies is about to go on sale tomorrow for Halloween at a variety of supermarkets.

Coles, Woolworths, IGA. I may or may not stock up and it may or may not take me approximately 2/3 of my lifetime to actually eat all of the chocolate/lollies I intend on buying.

Also on special from tomorrow is Be Natural cereal which I believe I mentioned last week. It tastes like sugar and is amazing. Mostly because I grew up eating Sultana Bran and Cornflakes, the two most mundane and despicable cereals in the world. My mum probably only ever bought Coco Pops for my brother and I twice in our entire lives/childhoods. That being said, they are two classic cereals and their lack of tastiness has convinced my parents they are health foods. I can respect that.

My FCP tutor treated our tute to coffee at Rocketfuel today. I'm very much indebted to her and she is a champ of a tutor and person. Hearing about her experiences in the Rural Clinical School and her telling us that fourth year is going to awesome kind of depressed me because I am not looking forward to fourth year at all. I am dreading it (as I have said before). I have decided to give fourth year a shot and see if I like/can tolerate clinical work. We shall see.

A word medical people and various other science-y people love to use is "toxicity" and that is the word I would use to describe (my feelings towards) clinical work. I count down the minutes from the second I step into the hospital/clinic/other medical setting until the second I can leave. Surely that's not normal/healthy for a medical student to be feeling that.

I want a desk and a computer. I want to wear a pencil skirt and go to the gym after work. I want to not second guess every decision I make at work because shit, what if a stupid decision or oversight I make kills or irreparably maims someone? I'm not cut out to function under that level of stress.

J