Today my uterus decided to rebel against its master. But I am so thankful that it decided to pick this week as opposed to next Tuesday because I could not think straight at all due to the pain today.


Have also decided that pimples are like the hydra... pop one and another seven pop up in the place of it. Heinous motherf*ckers...

I hate acne. Aarrrrrgh why must you come back to plague me AFTER adolescence?

I think I've made my mind up. Also, I have the queerest feeling in the world: I am both dreading and looking forward to next Tuesday.

I should stop grumbling when life is like "Oh hey, here are two equally delicious looking dishes. Pick one." Well, that wasn't an entirely accurate portrayal of my life, but it's close enough. The boss has made a formal job offer for me to stay on... and the pay is much above what newly registered pharmacists earn. It's like... an iPhone in one week.


On the other hand, I don't want to regret my choice in five years time when (if) I am a spinster with a million iPhones (cats). I know that a degree in Medicine will stimulate me and will continue to for the rest of my life. Thing is, if I do end up with a family, I refuse to do the doctor thing and the mum thing half arsed. Which is what I will invariably end up doing because I can't see the two co-existing that well. Which leads me to the conversation I had with E. this evening:

E: Oh snap. Are you leaning towards anything at the moment?
G: Nooooooooooo. Well, I would be if you would propose already
E: Even if I was Christian right now, I wouldn't propose.......


... because facebook proposals suck

sfdlkdsflkdsfkljsfdlkjsdflkjsfdlkjfdsjklfdsjklfsdjkl must tear out hair in contemplation of life and goals in life. Also, the episode of Downton Abbey really put me off having children. I don't want eclampsia, thanks very much. Although, this is 2012 and Downton Abbey was set in 1920 when they didn't use IV magnesium, labetalol and salbutamol for the treatment of eclampsia. Oh, and a caesarian delivery, thanks.

Two things make me miss the North Island: the lack of Ya pears and Chinese vegetables. 

Also, threw a shit fit at my flatmates because I got sick of cleaning up the kitchen after them. Needless to say, it is now supremely awkward. 

I swear, I am going THROTTLE the imbeciles in the flat next door if they keep on pumping up their STUPID bass at 12:20am. Luckily, I don't have exams but I would ideally like a good night's sleep. Clearly they don't have exams because they probably would've failed all the internals.



I hope it rains and lightning tears apart their house.

Well, I got yelled at by a patient today. Granted, she has a reputation for being a grump, but today she pretty much unleashed it. No swear words, thank goodness but pretty much "I'm travelling today... how you could forget those two repeats?" and "I wasted so much time thinking it was my fault that I couldn't find them... but it was actually YOUR fault" and "Now I have to walk to the bus stop because I missed my ride" and the like.



It's quite odd having someone rant at you. Needless to say, I burst into tears as soon as she huffed and puffed her way out of the pharmacy. It was deeply mortifying but at least I was pretty much left alone for the entire afternoon. Which was a nice change from the norm.