Friday, May 9, 2014

#medstudenthyperchondriac

Another poo story - I seem to have plenty of these recently. Anyway, my bowel motions of late have been like a type 6 on the Bristol Stool Chart - mainly due to the fact that I don't eat a lot of gluten in my diet (and that usually does a really good job at binding your bowel motions together). So watery shits don't really disturb me because they disappear when I eat carbohydrates. 

I digress. 

This morning I was on the crapper and when I wiped, I saw blood. My thoughts immediately leapt to "Oh shit, oh shit, I have bowel cancer" - not even like, "Oh, maybe haemorrhoids".

Then I realised I had my period. There was an audible sigh of relief. 

#perm

So in a wee bit of a conundrum: my perm looks so much better when I'm naked. I shit you not. It goes from mediocre to being "heeeeeey that shit is niceee" (you have to imagine a sleazy man saying it whilst winking).

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

postscript

Man, I'm stupid. Had the unfortunate experience of going to the toilet (and taking a dump) just after someone else had recently used the loo. Our toilet is so crappy that even with normal flushes, it doesn't do a good job. Anyway, obviously two flushes right after each other is too much for the toilet to handle and it just gave up. So here I am, sitting on the loo, waiting for the toilet bowl to refill so I could flush my shit away.

It took me five minutes to realise that I could simply lock the door and wait for the toilet to refill in the comfort of my own room instead of standing awkwardly, staring into the toilet and smelling my own shit.

#bevelingup

Sooo, did my first venepuncture today in class. To be honest, given the fact that I hardly trust myself to take someone else's blood, I was pretty reluctant to give up my arm - but as it was, it turns out that another girl and I were the only girls in which decent veins could be found, while the poor boys got stuck twice, so I'm sort of okay with sacrificing my arm. Also, it didn't hurt that badly.

The hardest part is not actually finding the vein or even poking the needle in. It is trying to keep the needle still, while trying to fit the vacu-tainer onto the needle and undoing the tourniquet. So anyway, in true fashion (which E. was cracking up about last night when I was asking him for tips - he was literally like, the worst case scenario is if you go through the vein - and then he doubled up with laughter), I ended up shoving the needle through the vein when I was trying to push the vacu-tainer onto the needle and so had to gently manoeuvre the needle slightly out before blood rushed into the tube like it was supposed to. Then I pretty much felt honour bound to offer my arm up to my poor partner because I had transfixed her vein. She did a pretty decent job (I think) because it wasn't too uncomfortable and I have just a wee bit of bruising at the site.
I'm glad I didn't go first - the boys who went first demonstrated the importance of:
a) knowing how to undo the tourniquet with your non-dominant hand
b) undoing the tourniquet before withdrawing the needle - because blood went a wee bit all over the place. Actually, it was slightly amusing because the poor boy who was the first guinea pig is a tall sporty sort of bloke, and he went a tinge of ivory and had to lie down for a bit

I wish we had an abundance of arms and equipment to practice on before our clinical years. But at least it's some comfort knowing that we can use butterflies in the hospital, which removes the problem of trying to fit on a vacu-tainer with your non-dominant hand, while trying to minimise any movement.

Tomorrow: getting my hair permed/air waved. Here's hoping that I don't end up looking like a sheep.

Monday, May 5, 2014

#purge

Just a side note - maybe not half a can of corn... seeing as it passes through the bowel virtually undigested. I woke up and it was like I had taken Pico-Prep the night before. Great feeling because I felt like I had emptied my bowels entirely and done a thorough colon cleanse, but not so great for my flatmates who had to deal with the fact that I had demolished the toilet and it was virtually out of action for the following hour.

Sunday, May 4, 2014

#iwanttoeatallthethings

Watching Masterchef was not a good idea because now I am craving chocolate trifle like something crazy. Also because it's cold, my body has just decided that it is flinging all self control out the window and is craving anything warm and fatty - which I think is what it's supposed to do as a survival mechanism. But luckily today, I tried my hand at a new recipe - cauliflower fried rice.

I kid you not - that massive bowl has no more than 250 calories at the most (and most of it came from the scrambled egg). But how on earth did you manage that (I hear you say in an astonished voice). Because it has absolutely no rice - it just has cauliflower that has been attacked by the grater. I was pretty skeptical at first because I was like, whatever... cauliflower + grater does not = rice. But I shit you not - it was pretty much as good as a bowl of actual fried rice, which was perfect on a cold evening like tonight. M. agreed that it was pretty awesome too, so there - two endorsements for this smashing recipe.

I give you: Cauliflower fried rice. 
Ingredients (serves one)
  • half a head of cauliflower (you could probably even use a third of a head, but I was like hey, I'm cold and I want to feel full)
  • half a carrot
  • handful of green beans
  • one egg
  • two mushrooms
  • half an onion
  • one teaspoon of minced garlic
  • half a can of sweet corn kernels 
  • soy sauce 
  • salt
  • a wee bit of coriander
1. Cut up the carrots, green beans, mushrooms and onion (p.s. if you want to be a bit lazy, you could probably achieve exactly the same results using frozen mixed vegetables, but hey - I wanted to use fresh ingredients. Also, there isn't enough room in our flat's freezer to toss a bag of frozen vegetables in there).
2. Cut cauliflower into florets and grate (I used the larger hole). Just a warning - it will be quite messy. Otherwise you can use a food processor, but I'm a student and I don't have one lying around in the flat.
3. Scramble the egg and fry into a flat omelette shape. Remove from pan and cut into squares.
4. Add a dash of olive oil and add onion and garlic to frying pan.
5. When onions have become translucent, add the carrots. You have to stir for a bit because carrots take a while to cook and you don't want to bite into undercooked crunchy carrot bits because you don't get that shit normally when you get fried rice (if you want to be doubly sure that this doesn't happen, you could probably pre-boil the carrot bits). 
6. Add green beans and cook for a bit before adding the mushroom. At this point, add some soy sauce and salt, to taste
7. Add corn kernels and stir the mixture for a bit. Remove from pan and set aside.
8. Add grated cauliflower to the frying pan. I added a wee bit of olive oil and then stirred the cauliflower around until it was juuuust cooked.
9. Add your vegetable mix and scrambled egg pieces to the pan and mix together. Add more soy sauce and salt to taste. 
10. When you're about done, add the coriander and serve.

I was pretty pleased with myself. The best part is the fact that I can jazz it up and change the recipe a bit to get different sorts of rice, like Moroccan or Mexican, depending on what additional vegetables/condiments I add to the cauliflower rice base. I don't know about you, but I don't think I'm going to get sick of this for some time. Looking forward to dinner already tomorrow!

Friday, May 2, 2014

#frozen

This is great - we seemed to have skipped over autumn entirely and proceeded straight to winter. The daily temperature does not exceed ten degrees celsius. It is insane - but at least it's not actually raining any more - but in saying that, I would much rather wet and warm than just plain cold. My toes are constantly numb and wearing warm woollen socks have been a saving grace.

In other news, I have purchased a $5 yoga mat and it has saved my sacrum from being repeatedly bruised from my ab exercises - which are going well, especially given the fact that my daily workouts now suck an hour of my time. The reason why I'm able to keep to it is also probably due to the fact that metabolism bores the shit out of me (ironically enough - because I'm pretty sure I'd learn something that might help with losing weight and gaining lean muscle) so I'm really not that motivated to study, unlike the nervous system module.

And the annual progress test reared its ugly head again. Weirdly enough, I wasn't really stoked by the 72%... it was more a sense of relief that I did get above 70%. I really did peak too soon... what the fuck was I thinking when I got 70% in second year? It's not like I'm going to be able to get 90% by my fifth year...

Also, it still amazes me when I get irrationally shitty at E. that he actually apologises (even though it's not his fault). Poor boy. He has a lifetime of irrationality to deal with. Or perhaps he's just making up for the first two shitty years of our relationship. I mean shitty in comparison to now. Funnily enough, I remember thinking that those two years were wonderful and yeah, they were. But he got away with a lot of shit back then which I probably wouldn't simply sit back and accept now. That's why they were shitty.
Also, he wouldn't let me dress him and he insisted on wearing hoodies and skater shoes. Ew.